It felt like a few hours has passed since Elise stepped into her bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her, almost snapping the door into two pieces. It was the very first time, in her almost eighteen years, she felt this furious.
Her blood simmered beneath her skin and her face was red in rage. In all honesty, she just wanted to wreck the room, smashing everything on her sight into nothing but she held herself together with the last remaining bits of her patience.
Arthur should have told her about this. She deserved to know!
She wiped her angry tears away, telling herself not to cry. What's the point of it anyway? The damage has already been done and there's no way to fix that.
She heard a knock and immediately, she pulled herself into a sitting position and smoothed down her hair
