Cyrus First Person Point Of View "Cyrus, you are definitely hiding something. It shows all over your face." He leaned in close, and I couldn't help flinching, stepping backward until my shoulders were pressed into the wall. "I swear," I said, attempting to wipe away my eyes, which just refused to stop being all watery. "I didn't mean to—" “Enough!” he bellowed, rattling the entire room. "Hey, stop crying and listen for once!" I couldn’t. I was too scared. He clamped his hand down onto my shoulder and moved in toward my face. “Come on, tell me, or you aren't going to like what's next.” "Cyrus, listen to this. Don't make me repeat it," my dad complained, his fists clenched tight. I shook like mad, and tears just rolled down my face. But before he could say anything else, the door creaked open. And my mom was standing there, scowling and sort of annoyed. She just observed the whole thing, shifting between my dad's worried expression and my sniffling, disheveled one.
Last Updated : 2025-06-19
