SLAP!
"First, you get into a fight at school, and now talk about joining the army?"
Lena hid her burning cheek behind her palm, trying to stifle whatever tears dared to flow out. No, she wasn't going to give him the win. Not tonight.
She frowned. "I'm going to join the army." she repeated, staring deep into her father's scowl.
Not that he different face expression. That was all she'd ever gotten to live with since her mother died. Back then, she'd only been three. And even then, she'd hadn't cried so much.
Her father— Mr Saetell— had turned bitter towards her eversince. Maybe it was because he blamed Lena for his wife's death, but he took in another wife, constantly trying to avoid his own daughter's presence.
Like it was a curse.
But then again, wasn't it?
"Persistent, I see." Mr Saetell replied, clenching his fists. "So even after all thee these years, you still haven't learned a lesson huh?"
"If this is about mom, I don't want to talk about it."
