George's POV

"She's never coming back, you should know that." She said in anger, slamming the door shut as she left.

I shook my head, crouching down to pick up what I destroyed out of rage earlier.

I hated how things were happening around here, I wished they were better. Believe me, I have tried, and put in effort to see if things will improve, but still nothing, instead, it got worse. I wished I could run for the hills, but this was my father's sweat and hard work here. He didn't leave when things got hard, instead, he stayed and worked hard till things got better, leaving me this...