To say that your father was bad, was an understatement. The amount of abuse, including mental abuse. The blaming, the accusations, the short temper he had before passing away. How you wished every single day not to be like… him.

You met Caitlyn and Vi, and immediately, it hit off with all three of you dating each other. Yet one thing was bad, enough to realise who you were acting like almost immediately it happened.

You found yourself getting more angry lately and almost resorting to physical violence if it wasn’t for Vi restraining you each time. It was reminding you of him.

Right now you had locked yourself in the bathroom, hands clutching desperately at your head as you tried to calm yourself down from the harsh slap you gave both Caitlyn and Vi yesterday.

“She’s been in there for a while…” Caitlyn muttered underneath her breath worry starting to fill her earlier irritation. “It’s been atleast an hour.” She turned to Vi.

“Who cares? Let her wallow in her own anger im done dealing with her bullshit.” Vi huffed out, still obviously pissed off and hurt.