I saw Dad approaching me in his wheelchair. One of our waiters pushed the wheelchair toward me. It felt like my heart stopped beating when I saw him.
"Why did you come home so early?" he asked suspiciously.
I bit my lower lip in response to his question. "I was expelled from school…"
"What are you saying?!" he snapped in a booming voice. "You got kicked out?? Why??! What are you doing again, Elsie??!"
"There's ecstasy in my locker..."
Again he interrupted. "You… a user?!"
"No," I corrected quickly. "Someone put it in my locker!"
I stopped what I was saying when I saw Dad pressed against his chest again, gripping his hand tightly. "You… let me down… again, Elsie," he whispered, struggling to breathe.
"Dad, Dad!" I called to him. But he raised his hand as if he didn't want me to touch it.
"Don't touch me," he said.
