Zara

“So you decide to choose them over me? Over your own papa?” he asks, his face etched into a deep frown.

My heart stops, I feel horrible. I am torn between two choices, one which hurts a lot. I don't want to do this, I just hope I can talk him into understanding me.

“It doesn't have to be like this papa. We don't always have to be this kind of person. We can be different, we can change. We can be good, they made me realise this” I tell him, my hand right in my chest.

Life hasn't been kind to us, all I have ever known is...