GAME ON

I strode to the car full of fake smiles. My emotions were fairly under control that explains why I was not crying. Sadly, shopping was just a distraction. It's my only distraction whenever something happens although right now, the only thing I wanted was to get into my tub then cry until I felt nothing. I cried until my eyes got swollen, my mouth felt sore, limbs would be weak and my heart, mind, soul and body were numb. I can't do that, I had appearances to be kept up. I needed to keep up the bossy-bitch attitude and suck

it up. "Took you long enough." I fired at him on sighting in. I'm glad he arrived just in time. A second more and I might let a tear or two seep out.The moment he stepped into the car, I scoffed at him pushing his buttons.

"I was talking to your father." His tone is hard,

professional, cold, zero emotions. His words annoyed me in ways I cannot explain. He also mentioned the man who caused everything. I refused to call him my father.

"Alright, whatever. We're