46. Asena
I don't know why I came.
The entire taxi drive to my father's house, I asked myself that question over and over again.
Why?
Why do I even answer his calls?
Why do I still listen when he commands me?
Why does one word from him still make my stomach twist into knots?
I am twenty-four years old, I live alone and I support myself yet somehow, one phone call is enough to turn me into the frightened little girl who spends her childhood walking on eggshells.
The familiar gates come into view and my chest tightens immediately. There is no warmth of home since this place stopped being home years ago. It is merely a house to me now. It's a beautiful prison wrapped in expensive furniture and fake smiles.
The guard lets me in without question and I walk toward the front door slowly
