Daven's POV.
The conversation downstairs was another rollercoaster. The whole house was a frenzy, I hate it, everyone going in circles, repeating the same thing, It was annoying. And I can't have that man I call a father humiliate me any further.
I ran my hand through my hair and hissed at the thought.
Everything had to be so messy and hazy for me after my return.
I hate the feeling of not having my life on track.
The thought made me chuckle.
When was the last time I had my life on track? Probably two years ago.
Speaking of two years ago, my eyes caught her, again, this time she was talking on the phone.
I wonder what the sneaky little miss up to now.
All of a sudden, she stiffened, and that's how I know she's about to catch me staring at her. She always does that.
It was too late for me to look away, so I just replaced the smile I had a moment ago with a blank face.