"Why does it have to be me all the time?!"
The glasses shattered on the floor, leaving small drops of blood on it from her frail white palm. The flowers inside also got thrown away.
All of her frustrations crawled up when she pushed the vase unconsciously. She couldn't even explain why she felt that.
"Do you think it was easy for me to live in this house?!" She trembled and bit her lower lip. "Just please, take me, mom. I'm begging you. I don't want to live here anymore." Tears flowed down continuously, letting out the pain she was enduring inside.
Even though it was impossible and she already knew the answer. Even though her father treated her like this, he will never give her permission to leave this house because of his reputation.
