I run out of the office in my mind the words are reproduced like stabs and I feel the pain in my chest, I hit the cement sidewalk while my body fades away, I no longer know if I hate him or if I still love him, I feel a hand on my back warm and comforting, I close my eyes and my mother is looking at me with a frown.
"What do you have?" my mother asks worriedly.
"Nothing," I lie, looking into her eyes.
—I know you better than me, come on and tell me.
—I argued with Matthew, you know yelling but that's all it was.
"No, if your father never yelled at you, I'm not going to allow someone else to do so." His deep gaze is full of hatred and anger,