“No.”
My dad stared at me with slack jaws. His brow pinched together like it wasn’t something he could believe. It wasn’t something I would have believed a few weeks back but there I was, staring my father down with a slight tremor in my spine.
For nineteen years, my father had been my rock. My everything. He had been my world. He gave me everything. A luxurious life, protection and status. If I asked for the moon he would attempt to get it. My importance was directly linked to my father. He cared about me and I didn’t want to be a disappointment to him. I treated him like a nerd treated their favourite teacher. In turn, he treated me like a princess and he gave me the world.
I never dreamed in any life that I would stand before my father and deny him my help. I was the kind of dau
