CHAPTER 11I groaned loudly as I entered into my room, slamming the door. I dropped my bag on the floor and then sat on the bed, my legs apart and my head in between my palms. I should not have done that. I should not have said that to him. I can't believe I said that! It has been seven years since mom died. I was eighteen when she died, it was a rough time for our family and those close to us. Mom had a stalker apparently, but she didn't think it was necessary to tell dad until it got serious. She got abducted and eventually killed. Dad was with her when she died, said he saw her take her last breath and it has haunted him ever since. That's when his overprotectiveness over me started.Me saying what I said, will break his heart. He would be thinking about her death right now and the guilt would be eating him up from inside. My parents loved one another, it was obvious to everyone around us and even our closet family. It was an arranged marriage like father is planning for me and I