Arletta Jessica McDowell POV

I was having breakfast in my room, not wanting to see Dad. I had already memorized one of his bad habits, which was asking weird questions like when I was getting married, so we had a fight.

"I do not want this beautiful morning to be tainted with Dad's bad behavior. Not anymore." I muttered, then took a bite of the sandwich that still had half of it left.

When could I have an apartment away from Dad? I did not want to live near him, because he could mess up my life whenever he wants.

After the sandwich was finished, I turned to the cell...