Selah paced back and forth in the living room, her fists clenched in frustration. “I can’t believe Chichi took my favorite dress without asking!” she exclaimed, her voice rising.
Just then, Chichi's mother, Cecil, walked in, sensing the tension. “What’s going on, Selah?” she asked, her tone gentle.
Selah turned to her, anger flaring. “Your daughter borrowed my dress without permission! It’s not fair!”
Celia frowned, looking over at Chichi, who stood silently by the door. “Chichi, why didn’t you ask Selah first?”
“I thought she wouldn’t mind,” Chichi said softly, avoiding eye contact.
Before Celia could respond, Loyden entered the room, having overheard the commotion. “What’s happening here?” she asked, her expression shifting to concern.
“Chichi took my dress!” Selah repeated, her voice trembling with emotion.
Loyden knelt down to Selah’s level. “I understand you’re upset, honey. Let’s talk about it calmly.”
Celia nodded, stepping closer. “I’m really sorry, Selah. I’ll make sure Chichi understands the importance of asking first.”
Selah crossed her arms, still fuming, but the presence of the adults began to calm her. “I just want my things respected,” she said, her tone softening.
Loyden gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll work this out together. It’s important to communicate how we feel.”
As they began to discuss the situation, Selah felt the anger start to fade, replaced by a sense of understanding.
Selah’s frustration boiled over, and she shook her head defiantly. “I don’t care! This is so unfair!” she snapped, her voice sharp.
Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, her footsteps heavy against the floor. The door swung shut behind her with a loud thud, leaving the adults in silence.
Loyden sighed, looking at Celia and Chichi. “I know she’s upset, but we need to help her understand.”
Celia nodded, concern etched on her face. “Kids sometimes need time to cool off.”
Chichi looked down, guilt washing over her. “I didn’t mean to make her mad. I thought she wouldn’t mind.”
Loyden placed a reassuring hand on Chichi's shoulder. “Let’s give her a moment. She’ll come around.” They exchanged glances, determined to find a way to mend the situation once Selah was ready to talk.
Loyden sat down beside her, maintaining a calm demeanor. “I understand you’re really upset right now, and that’s okay. Can you tell me what you’re feeling?”
Selah sighed, her frustration bubbling just below the surface. “It’s just not fair! That Yaya's thief daughter took my dress without asking, and no one seems to care how I feel about it.”
As they headed back inside, Selah’s resolve hardened again. “I’m not going to say sorry,” she stated firmly, stopping in her tracks. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”
Loyden paused, sensing the tension. “I understand you feel justified, but sometimes, saying sorry isn’t about being wrong; it’s about moving forward. It can help clear the air.”
Selah shook her head defiantly. “Why should I apologize for being upset? I have every right to be mad!”
“Absolutely, you do,” Loyden replied calmly. “But if you want to resolve this, it might help to express how you feel without shutting everyone out. You can stand your ground without closing off the conversation.”
“I just don’t want to deal with it right now,” Selah said, crossing her arms again.
“Okay, but remember, avoiding it won’t make it go away,” Loyden said softly. “When you’re ready, I’ll be here to support you.”
Selah sighed, feeling the weight of her emotions but not ready to let go of her anger. “I just need some time,” she muttered, turning away again.
“Take all the time you need,” Loyden said, stepping back to give her space. “I love you, and I’m here when you’re ready.”
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La Familià (Lim X Vergara Family) Au
Fanfictionwhen Selah (🐰) the daughter of Charles and loyden Vergara, she is an only child who grew up with a luxurious life but also grew up as a spoiled brat, a bully who likes to insult Others , she has everything and her life is almost perfect, but one da...
