This was not how I wanted this conversation to go but, there was no reasoning with someone who would not listen. "I am not going to have this discussion when you are acting like this," I said before turning around to leave. "Azalia, this conversation is not over!," he yelled at me.. "I am sorry father, that this conversation turned out way different than I expected. I do love you, but I am leaving."
Those were the final words I spoke before disappearing through the doorway. I thought surely my father would follow after me. I stood contemplating every-single thing I had experienced since I had gotten here. Another vision hit me, I was inside my father's bedroom chamber viewing my mother.
She sat in a bed, covers drawn high. I could see hay scattered on the floor infront of the fireplace along with wooden buckets filled with water. My mother's breathing was uneven and shallow, she looked exhausted.
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part One
FantasyAzalia a nineteen year old girl who has had a relatively normal life so far, start's to face some difficulty when she has to start saving up for college. Azalia does the unspeakable work for the most hated man in her city, Ben Razalia the owner of t...
