Just as you thought you were out of the house, and you to your car without your father, nor bodyguard knowing, a low chuckle escapes. “I thought that your father specifically said no parties?” You immediately whip your head around, seeing her, your bodyguard standing there with her muscles arms crossed across her chest, staring at you with narrowed eyes.

“Inside.” She say’s, making you scoff in annoyance as you get out of your car and make your way back inside. She walks behind you, making sure that you won’t run off. What a shame, you were all dolled up. Your heels hitting the pavement as you walk to the door, your dress just grazing along it. Your hair draping down your back, the moon shining on your makeup.

You open the front door to be greeted by your father sitting down in one of the dinning room chairs. He raises a brow and nods his head towards one of the chairs, specifically the one in front of him, indicating for you to sit down.

Once you do, Vi sits down next to your father, the tension was thick in the air between the 3 of you guys. You could see your father at a complete loss for words about this, thinking about what he’s going to even say to you.

“Why can my sister go out and I can’t!?” You say after a while, it really made no sense to you. “Because she’s older.” Your father retorts.

“Mom would say yes to the party..” You mutter under your breath, earring a harder glare from your father.

You saying that only led you being told to go to your room. You pulled the covers over you, covering you completely besides your head. Your face was buried into one of your pillows as you quietly sobbed your makeup off. It wasn’t fair. It seemed as if after him and your mother got divorced, he became stricter.

After some time, a knock was heard on your door. It wasn’t your father’s knock, but Vi’s. She had been standing outside your door quietly listening to your quiet sobs and sniffles for a minute or few, pondering on if she should come in and say something, comfort you, or let you sob.