As I walk into the party, people were staring at me. I look to see where my father was. Except I didn't see him. Of course. Why would he be here anyway. I'm his least favorite child.

Why would he show anyway.

I walk towards the bathroom and start to tear up.

"Ugh! Why am I even crying."

Damn it!

I knew I should've just stayed home.

This is not where I'm supposed to be.

"Are you okay?"

A tall man with black hair looks down at me with a smile.

I calmly get up and try to walk out, the tall man grabs my hand and says "wait, seriously why are you upset."

I know this guy, he has a scar-

on his lip..

Oh no.