Chapter 17- Amara

My nerves are fried, absolutely fried with this cursed dinner with my family. I’ve debated about canceling, but the dinner is in a few hours now. There’s no way I’m going to cancel now. I’d never hear the end of it. The backlash wouldn’t be worth it, although neither is whatever this dinner brings. 

I should have never texted my mom. I should have just let them think I’m the bad child even though I’ve spent my whole life trying to be worthy in their eyes. That’s all I’ve ever wanted was to be accepted by my family. To feel like I belonged with them, that I mattered to them. I clearly don’t as they don’t even know me. I can’t believe they have the audacity to think I actually did something wrong to get imprisoned. I’ve never broken pack law, not once. Even though I was tempted and peer pressure is a bitch, I resisted. 

Matteo is being supportive even