"Because I want you back" So he says. I knew what he meant. And my heart the traitor had to thud.
I was about to turn him down but Dad fixed me a hard look. I clamped my mouth shut.
"I will leave you kids to settle this out." My father pats my back gently as he strides past me, walking out of the door.
I look into William's blue eyes and harshly said. "No"
He winced. "It's your father that wants this not me." He responds with indifference. "He needs to create the perfect family image. So he wants you to have a job."
I let out a grunt.
In frustration, I seek comfort at my father's desk as I lean my hip against it. My hand clogs on my waist.
I am not getting rid of him, am I?
Irritation crowded over me. "I can't stand you. Imagine me spending hours with you. It's a death sentence because it will be pure torture." My words were sharper than the broken piece of bottle I nearly use to stab my sister to death because of him.
