ELIZA POV
"Come out of your room now. Don't make me break the door." dad kept implying from the other side of the door.
I told him to go away. I am studying for a test tomorrow, but he remained persistent.
"You know you can't go to school tomorrow," he said.
"Go away and leave me alone." I had to gutturally scream to earn the silence I wanted.
For a while, I cried. I tore the books on my floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, broke the trophies from my middle school to high school events, and tossed the makeup on my dresser until there was nothing more in my sight and I was feeling extremely vulnerable then. I found myself cocooning under the blanket when my tantrum didn't offer the comfort I needed. If a week ago you told me there was a pain like this, I would only act like I understood and
