CELESTINE’s P O V

‘‘W-what are you talking about?’’ my father stammered, and I could make out the expression of remorse in his eyes as they grew wider.

I couldn't help but give my lip a good hard bite in an effort to ease the pain I was feeling.

‘‘Hey! You still didn’t answer my question, bitch!’’ he yelled and I stepped back, until I felt the edge of the sofa hit the back of my knee. ‘‘Were you the one who posted the video?’’

I laughed, throwing my head back before putting the button back inside my pocket, my hand remained within. ‘‘Aren't you supposed to be thankful?’’ I...