Jessie laid on her bed the entire day, looking up at the ceiling. She couldn't stop the tears from flowing, she felt utterly betrayed and heartbroken. Her whole life was a lie, she hadn't achieved anything at all, honestly nothing at all! Now she had no idea weather to hate her father or not. He only did what he did out of love for her but still. She left home with the mindset of proving herself to her family, she wasn't completely useless. She was good at something, she was extremely talented at something but apparently she wasn't. She was just a spoilt rich girl that was throwing a tantrum and deceiving herself for ten whole years.
She heard a knock on the door, sitting up she wiped her red face. "Go away! I don't want anything."
"Jessie?" She heard her father's voice at the other side of the door.
"Go away father, I don't want to talk!" She screamed.
"Jessie please open the door." Her father pleaded, his voice sounding so pained.
