Aria
My face fell when I entered my father's room. It seemed like he had heard what had happened downstairs because I could see that he didn't look happy.
"Have they been treating you that badly all this time?" My father stared at me intently.
Sitting across from him, I just sighed softly. Even though I wanted to hide this fact from my family, I didn't expect that the time would come for me to tell my father what had happened to me over the past three years.
"Can you not ask me about this?" I looked back at my father wearily.
Unexpectedly, my father slammed his fist on the arm of the sofa he was sitting on, his eyes glaring at me. I could tell that my father was really angry with me at that moment.
"Why did you hide this from me? If you had told me, I could have made them kneel before you!" For a moment, my father's gaze looked hurt, and I was stunned when I realized that.
"I don't need that." I refused to look at my father. I knew he meant well, but I didn't need his help.
