MONIQUE
“At least you still know how to obey your father, little Monique. Or you just rushed here because of what I said on the text message?” I was about to enter my room, but was taken aback by my father’s voice.
He was sitting at the couch, with a glass of whiskey on his hand. Oh God, this is going to be a disaster.
“Dad?" I said quietly. "W-what are you talking about? I-I don’t understand your message.” I stuttered. Damn it! How could I make him believe that I am innocent when my voice isn’t as cooperative as it should be? “Where’s Mom?” I tried to change the subject.
“I asked her to buy something. You wouldn’t want her to hear what we’re going to talk about right? And don’t you dare change the subject, young lady.” he said with a smirk.
“Talk about what?” I asked again while t
