Fallen
Fallen couldn’t believe her father was doing this to her. She walked down the hallway heading to her room so angry and sad she wanted to scream. She walked into her room and slammed the door behind her. There was a knock a few minutes later and Wen walked in with a plate of snacks. She placed them on a tiny table next to the chaise.
“Do you have any alcohol with that?” she asked sarcastically. But she could use something strong right about now. She walked to the chaise and slumped down. She covered her face with her hand and silently groaned. What was happening to her? She thought going to where she belonged would be good for her. She could find her people and she could live a happy life. It would seem she was okay where she was. Finding yourself was overrated. And she kind of hat
