Chapter 214- Who Is Going To Bring The Car Back?
I don't even know how I'm still alive.
My whole room looked like a tornado had danced through it, and I was the only survivor left trying to make sense of the disaster. I was running around, screaming like a maniac, and I didn't even notice when I threw all the clothes I had been arranging straight onto the floor like an angry clown.
"NO. No, no, no, no. What the actual fuck," I shouted, staring at the clothes now scattered all over the place like trash in a dump.
I was supposed to be getting ready. But instead, I was tearing things apart.
"I'm officially ruined," I groaned, dragging my hands through my hair in pure frustration.
Then I looked up—and there he was.
My dad.
Laughing.
Laughing like life was a comedy show and I was the joke. He was sitting there, mouth wide open, grinning like an idiot and still pressing his phone like the world wasn't on fire.
After all the stress he put me through?
He was chilling.
