I fisted my hands while accompanying myself to the parking lot of the mall. My vision is getting clouded by red dots because of my lust to kill that fucked up old man.
I drove back to our house to change my dress into something comfortable like jogging pants and a shirt. I don't want to ruin a dress just because I am about to fight my father.
How dare he ruin me to my sister? How dare he pass the blame on me when it is always been him who keeps on interfering with our lives? How dare he involve an innocent person?
I was about to march up to my room when I saw Quel on the sofa in the living room while clenching his fists. His aura is so dark to the point that I can imagine him killing someone with his bare hands.
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