Zara's P.O.V.
"Where are you, Zara!" Grace yells from the window again.
"I'm coming inside can't you see?" I yell back.
She just makes a face and disappears to open the door for me.
As soon as I enter the house, she pushes me inside and practically tries dragging me to the couch in the living room.
"I can walk myself! You don't have to drag me." I hiss at her.
She sits on the couch and looks over at the chair next to her, motioning me to sit there.
I obey and sit on the chair. I put my legs on the coffee table, much to her chagrin.
"Bark." I order. Yes. I can talk to her rudely but only when Dad isn't around.
"That's not the way you talk to your mother!" Grace yells.
"You're not my mother. And I can speak to you however you like. If you don't like the way I speak to you, then you don't have to speak to me." I say.
She rolls her eyes and sighs angrily.
"Anyway, Zara. You're 20 now. Its time you got married. You shouldn't be a burden to your father. Plus, I've-"
"No! How many times do I have to tell you to mind your own business! I'm not a burden to my father and never will be! I earn! You don't feed me and take care of me! Don't try to push me away from here because you'll fail when you try." I get up angrily and go towards the door.
I can see the vase Grace had bought from London two months ago. It's worth many pounds. She says its vintage and beautiful. It is beautiful. But I think it would look more beautiful if it came crashing down.
So I hit the vase with the back of my hand and the vase falls on the floor.
Grace gasps loudly and runs towards me. I open the door, get outside and wait for her to come. As soon as she comes near the door, I slam it in her face and run towards our house.
