Chapter 11

• I don't know how many hours I've been staring at the ceiling of my room. After my argument with my dad, I came here and never got out again. I didn't bulge even when the maid called me to join my family for dinner.
• I don't want to go back or visit this house. If I didn't need to come here for my plans, I wouldn't do it. Who would want to visit hell anyway?
• I let out a sigh as my memories came back. How they all hurt me. How my father abandoned me, who I expected to be on my side.