It's Never Over Until It's Over

Anya zhukou

"What did you say?" I asked.

I couldn't contain it, the anger that washed through me.

I have always known there was more to this god-damned twenty-five years ago than the fucking story my father told me.

The annoyance in me, the one I liked up from the way my mother still won't want me to know, was the same one I used in bringing them back.

"Is this true?" I asjedy.

Judah remained silent, same as my parents.

What was this?

"Why aren't any if you answering?" I was yelling. "Tell me you knew him all along," o added.

It was painful, that even with the way I was feeling,they still won't burdge.

Heartwrecking to be exact.

I lived my life since I came back to their pleasure. They never cared if I was pleased is pissed. Never did they for once ask me of my experience. Not even once…

Needless to say, they never cared.

I scoffed.

Making promises are what I am good at, but still, at some point, I just hate myself more than I hate them.

"We.. we did it for y.." I couldn't let her com