Who Is Going To Bring The Car Back

Chapter 214- Who Is Going To Bring The Car Back?

I don't even know how I'm still alive.

My whole room looked like a tornado had danced through it, and I was the only survivor left trying to make sense of the disaster. I was running around, screaming like a maniac, and I didn't even notice when I threw all the clothes I had been arranging straight onto the floor like an angry clown.

"NO. No, no, no, no. What the actual fuck," I shouted, staring at the clothes now scattered all over the place like trash in a dump.

I was supposed to be getting ready. But instead, I was tearing things apart.

"I'm officially ruined," I groaned, dragging my hands through my hair in pure frustration.

Then I looked up—and there he was.

My dad.

Laughing.

Laughing like life was a comedy show and I was the joke. He was sitting there, mouth wide open, grinning like an idiot and still pressing his phone like the world wasn't on fire.