#Chapter229
Lila's POV
I was in trouble. My dad was about to blow his top. He had a deep grimace on his face. I could practically see the steam coming from his ears. He was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. No matter what I say, he isn't going to listen because I was in the wrong.
Although it all worked out, it could have gone an entirely different way than I wouldn't be sitting here right now like a reprimanded pup.
/"Dad... Before you say anything, can I tell you why I did it?/" I murmured.
He groaned dramatically and shook his head. /"I'm not happy about what you did. Actually, I'm beyond angry./" He fumed. I zoned out, no longer listening to his rant, and concentrated on the family portrait hanging behind him.
/"I'm sorry I didn't listen... that I disappointed you,/" I mumbled, feeling my eyes tear up.
