I slammed the door in his face.
I was surprised of my bold action, but what the hell was I supposed to do? A guy shows up on my doorstep, telling me that he is my dad! What the hell?
“Rosemary, open the door,” he said calmly.
Shit… was he telling the truth or was he lying to me?
I decided to remain quiet and act natural, like I had fainted or something.
“Rosemary, I can hear your breathing,” the guy snickered from outside.
Ugh, why did I have to breath so loudly? Stupid lungs.
I was torn between decisions. I wanted to open the door just to tell him to f**k off, because if he was my dad, he was a big asshole. He had left me and my mom when I was five, so I didn’t remember much of it, but she had told me that he had left and that she never wanted to see him again. I couldn’t
