12. ONLY WAY TO PROTECT

“DID I TELL you that it’s your turn to talk?” there was a tone of anger in the old man’s voice.

With that glare, he did not look like he was just Callan’s father. There was something in him that roared more than the care of a father. An authority that demands silence when he commands.

“No, father. But I’d like to differ on this matter of marriage between us two. I did not plan on getting married at 26. It’s like signing off my freedom into a—wench…”

I gritted my teeth after he said that. Callan’s eyes met mine and we shared a glare of anger towards each other. This is not what I also want! If not for my father’s will and my mother’s request I would have long gone.

But not.

Slowly, my palms balled into firsts. This is not the first time that he insulted me but surely, this is the first time that I saw disgust in his face. As serious as he is right now, he looks like a kid demanding justice from his parents.

I bit my lip to pretend from saying anything worse than what had already been s