#Chapter 115- Money vs. Family

Fiona Going against my better judgement, I answer the phone and bring it to my ear. The way I immediately regret answering the phone isn’t surprising to me, but it’s sad. I shouldn’t dread answering a phone call from one of my parents, yet here I am. “That witch!” My father screams, making my ears ring. I pull the phone away from my aching ear and contemplate hanging up, but I hear him shouting my name, “Fiona! Did you hear me? Fiona?!” “I’m here, but could you not scream at me?” I ask, not bothering to hide the annoyance in my tone. I’m done trying to hide my true feelings for someone who does nothing but cause me problems, so if he hears it, then I’m okay with that. Maybe it’ll snap something into his brain for once. “Do you know what she did to me?” He shouts again, ignoring me. “Your stepmother just—” I hang up, and my phone begins ringing straight away. This time when I answer, he shouts, “Why the hell did you hang up on me?” “Because I asked you to stop screaming