"So what do you want me to do, then?!"
My eyes flared up, still holding Noah's hand with me. My dad's upper lip rose up and let out a sarcastic laugh in this whole room.
"Do you hear yourself? Are you dumb? This jerk's dad ruined your dad's--"
"Well, I don't have a dad!" I shouted back.
I gripped Noah's hand and dragged him out of there. Dad was calling me but I didn't looked back. I was holding myself not to let out those painful words at him. I still consider him as an elder and I didn't want to be that rude.
When we reached the backyard, I immediately let go of his hand and took a step backwards. He's still speechless to what happened and I want him to speak.
"Aren't you going to say anything to me?"
He's acting so guilty and I hate to see it. I mean, I'm not on his side totally, but isn't he smart enough to realized that it's not his fault?
