The longer he was quiet about it the more it irritated her, and the longer it irritated her the more she was pushing him, urging to talk about his family cause she wanted to know and it felt like he was shutting her done or hiding something.

But that day he had had enough. He huffed, messing up his hair in annoyance, giving her a displeased look.

"You want to know huh? Well, I didn't have parents. I was raised in an orphanage because my parents refused me. One of the families took me when I was five but 'my father' left us the next month and my mother worked to death to afford me a good living until she got ill and died when I was fifteen. Happy now?"

He threw the keys on the table, leaving the living room and going to the bedroom, shutting the door with a little thud.