Secret Princess

When I return home I’m still drunk and pissed. I'm planning to go straight to sleep, but of course I can't catch a single break.

I walk straight to the stairs, but as soon as I pass the living room, I know I'm screwed.

"You need to explain. Now," my father growls with clear aggression in his body and annoyance on his face, pointing at the Winter’s sitting on the couch. Knox, Beau and Nukea.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I did not need this.

"Okay, I'll explain, but let them go first," I groan and look at Nukea. She is clearly scared, "Why are you keeping them here like they’re your prisoners?"

"Because I thought they broken in!" He exclaims, clearly upset.

"They didn't. Nu, go back upstairs with the boys, I'll fix this," I assure her, trying to sound and look calm, even though I'm internally freaking out.

"Okay... sorry," she mumbles and the three of them get up to leave for the stairs. I watch them until they disappear and then I return my gaze to my father.

"What th