She was in her bed. It was her first coherent thought but the soft mattress beneath her was not the cold tiled floor she’d passed out in exhaustion and emotion. She remembered her father begging her to let him in but being too tired and worn out to answer.
Laying with her eyes closed she heard her parents whispering.
“Liev, this pattern of self-destructive behavior is scaring the hell out of me. It was one thing to sneak out to try to go to concerts or clubs with the girls but coming home with a tattoo? This is a permanent mark on her skin, and I can tell you, she didn’t plan this for weeks and months. She came up with this s**t on the fly. She’s scaring me to death. What are we going to do?”
“Kisa,” he spoke equally low, “I’m at a loss. Did you know she was harboring all this resentmen
