EMILY’S POV
I let out a weary sigh and surrendered myself to the comfort of my bed. Like a bird in a cage, I felt imprisoned in the four corners of my room. My father had further limited my freedom since the night I failed to return home for an important family dinner. To make matters worse, he learned about what happened at the Sip and Cheers bar from one of his colleagues, which fueled his anger.
My father was disappointed in me, unable to understand how I could lie and deceive to enjoy the thrill of club parties. He told me that, despite being a strict father, he understood my desire to experience these events, but wished I had informed them so they wouldn't be worried sick searching for me.
As punishment for my actions, he required me to go straight home after class. He also informe
