I was only fourteen when my parents divorced, and deep down I knew I was the main reason their marriage fell apart. From the moment I was born, Dad spoiled me rotten. I always ran to him for whatever I wanted, and he gave it to me no matter how much Mom disapproved. That created constant tension between me and her. We never really got along. So when they separated, I chose to live with Dad. It felt like the easier option back then.
But things started changing. Slowly at first, then more noticeably. Dad was not as lenient anymore. The few times I pushed boundaries or disobeyed, his punishments got harsher, his voice sharper. I could feel him pulling away from the "yes, princess" man I had always known. And now I had done something I was terrified he would find out about.
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