[Abbie’s POV]
I stare at my father defiantly while he stares at me as though he doesn’t quite recognize me, and honestly, I guess that he didn’t. Because I always held my tongue, always remained obedient, and did as I was told he never knew the real me, but this was too much.
“What did you say?” He asks now, his gaze narrowing and his aura growing stronger. “Repeat that.”
“I said,” I say, swallowing while Andrew finally begins to sober up. “I won’t go back home, and if you don’t like it, disown me.”
At my words, Andrew’s gaze shoots up to me and then to our father as he tries to figure out exactly what is happening.
“Why is she going back home?” He asks, slowly rising to his feet. “What’s going on here?”
“Oh,” my father scoffs, shooting his glare toward Andrew. “You’re finally waking
