My breathing was short and shallow the entire way home. I was certain that I didn't park straight when I arrived.
Dragging myself from the car and taking one step after the other onto the stairs, I just hoped I wouldn't collapse before I got inside.
I walked into the door to find my father had returned home and was sitting on the sofa in the living room again waiting for me.
“Kain, where have you…" he began to ask but stopped short as he took in my state. I had caught a brief glimpse of myself in the car mirror, but I could imagine my pale face coated in a cold sweat looked much worse under the bright lights.
He abandoned whatever speech or lecture he had prepared for me and came to help me get to the couch and take a seat.
“What the hell have you done to yourself!" He wanted to kno
