Chapter 8

Oliver dropped me off at home; he had a family emergency he needed to attend to. I didn't bother him with the details, as I was feeling not so good tonight.

"Goodnight charmer"

"Night"

He drove off after promising to check up on me later on. It wasn't Mom's memorial today, but why my thoughts are flooded by only her memories beats me. There were days I missed her more, and I sometimes wish she was still alive.

"Why am I thinking about her tonight?"

"Maybe because I met someone who suffered a great deal at the hands of a man like Mom did," I thought to myself.

I asked mom a couple of times before her passing what happened to my father, but she would always wave it off. At one point, I thought mom didn't want me to be with my father.

I remember rebelling a couple of times. I had packed my bags many times, ready to run away from home to meet him wherever he was.

"Dumb little girl," I cursed out.

It was my 16th birthday; there was no birthday cake, no special dinner, just the same old che