#Chapter 61 - Trust Me

Miranda My knuckles are white as my grip on the steering wheel tightens. My father’s voice echoes throughout the chambers of my mind, granting me no peace. “Always bitter towards me, even in the very end,” his voice rings in my ears. Of course I’m bitter! Why wouldn’t I be bitter? He kicked my mother to the curb and left her for a wickedly vile woman. Not to mention that his daughter, his preferred daughter, felt the need to treat me like her personal servant when I lived at the house. She, alongside his new wife, Harper, has always been cruel to me. My father, though? He used to love me. He used to treat me with the same love and adoration he has for his current family. I used to receive gifts and splendor. I used to bask in the sunlight of his paternal love. My mother, him, and I used to be a family. A complete unit that worked and supported each other. Now? My mother is dead because of him. He shows up to my work and demands that I leave him and his family alone, worried