Chapter one hundred and five

Kayla’s POV

I stayed in my room all day until a knock came on the door which had me cleaning my tears as I sat up.

“Come in!” I yelled.

I had started talking to my family and they didn’t seem as bad as I had made them seem. Maybe that was on me. I needed to start treating them better. They deserved better.

They had been with me through the bad time and now I was ready to get out of my cage and lead my wings.

It would hurt to fly but I had to do it. It was good for me and the baby.

The door opened with father getting in. He had a huge smile on his face with a packet of chocolate in his hands.

“I took some hours off today to see you,” he said, leaning against the doorway. “How are you holding up?”

I shrugged. That question was very vague. I had no idea how I was holding up.

Maybe I was fine, maybe I was not. Either way, I knew I was very hurt by what Zach had done to me.

He broke me. He had no right to do that.

“I think I’ll survive,” was my response as he entered the room with the door