"Where have you been accepted?" Dad asked. I stared out the restaurant window. I hadn't seen him in years, and all he could ask about was college.
"I already told you. I'm not going."
"Dammit!" he shouted, slamming his fist on the table. I flinched. "No daughter of mine will sit around in a cheap apartment and paint all day."
"Shut up!" I shouted. I couldn't deal with this. I'd just escaped Will. I wasn't going to let anyone scare me ever again. "I'm going to do what I love for the first time ever. Just be happy for me."