CHAPTER 9

Darlington Briggs:

After breakfast with my mother and sister ended, I stood up from the dining chair and set out to leave our family house.

"Darlington, where are you going?" my mother asked, a worried look on her face.

I assured her, "Mom, I am just going out; I will be back soon."

"Okay, my son. But don't you think it’s best not to inform Jenna? She may overreact; allow me to handle everything for you. Later, you can share the news with her about how your father wanted to force you to marry a lowlife."

I sighed.

"Alright, Mom. I won't inform Jenna about it, but I feel like leaving this house right now. I don't want to be here when that woman arrives," I said, hinting at my frustration.

"It's okay. Just be safe out there," my mother assured me.

"Sure, Mom. I'm not a kid; I will be fine. Take care," I said, hugging her. Though I was taller than both her and Samara, they are my family, and their happiness matters to me.

Well, I cannot say the same about my dad. Most children and adults