Genevieve:
I returned to my bedroom but couldn't rest at all. I knew they were still downstairs, discussing the trial details. I'd rather die than join that trial.
'They will throw accusations at me in the trial,' I hissed, pacing from one corner of the room to the other.
‘It is not our trial. They won't be allowed to do that,’ Evie stepped up for me.
‘But do you think Dad will stop them?’ I wasn't sure what kind of father my dad was. How could a father watch his daughter's name being dragged with so much fun? He seemed like he was having a party when they were taunting and mocking me.
‘That is what is confusing to me. I just don't understand why he would do that,’ Evie added.
‘Because he only loves himself,’ I muttered as I sat down on the bed and stared at my cellphone.
‘Are you m
