"You…" I sneered in disgust, trying to put as much venom into my voice as possible. I had never hated anyone that badly before.
"Stop it, Adeline," my father said with an air of unwavering authority. I suddenly felt my rage subsiding, being replaced with a sadness I couldn't describe. "Now, Mr. Terrence, if you'll come with me," dad turned around to walk out, "I do believe we're done for the day."
I glared as the man who was cowering before me a moment ago suddenly regain his air of superiority as he walked out of the room in my father's shadow. I even heard him say how I "have a mental problem," and how I was "out of control,"…
Click
Boom.
The door slammed shut, plunging the room in darkness once again. I unclenched my fists and felt the blood suddenly flow back into my hands. I sank back down into the cool metal chair, tattoos reverting to nothing more than black marks that snaked around my shoulders. I buried my head into my hands.
This was going to be a long night.