Elizabeth
I'm looking straight into the eyes of my father. How did he even find me? I didn't tell him where I was going to live. Angry was a mild term to use. I was absolutely livid.
"Is it a crime for a father to go and see his daughter?" he asks.
Is he serious? "It is when said father hasn't said two words to me in 4 years and is suddenly wanted to speak now that she's out of the house." I seethe.
"Come on, Elizabeth. We came home."
I'm shooting daggers right now. "Um not really. And when you did you came home drunk. And mom? Please, she would come back for a few hours just to crash in bed for the night."
"Elizabeth, I want to make things better, I want-"
"Why now?!" I screech. The tears are spilling over, and I don't even try to stop the flow at this point. I'm pissed beyond bel
