"I'm not a little girl anymore!" I called furious. My fathers eyes lowered themselves to the floor and stared aimlessly. My heart dropped and my eyes welled up with tears.
"Yes! Yes Yh are you are still my little girl!" My father called back in anger.
"No I'm not! Mum dies and you act like it never happened!" I yell back getting up from my seat putting my hair up slowly into a messy bun.
"Your mother was the love of my life! Why would I want to have to re live the pain of loosing her!" My father sits slowly.
"This is my house! Therefore it is my rules! All you do is keep secrets from me and hurt me!"
"Sweetheart, I do it because I love you!"
"Love me? Love me! You've hated me since the day I was born!" My glasses steam up from my heavy breathing and I run out the house with tears running down my cheeks.
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Mystery / ThrillerHave you ever overheard a conversation and wondered how someone could think about such things? It's not easy losing family, is it? Many would agree. Some would disagree. But how will she take it?
