Chapter 80

Brielle’s POV

I was standing on the doorstep of my father’s house. I clinched my fist, dreading knocking on the door. With how our last conversation went, I didn’t want to see him, but I needed him. I managed to get myself together. I went over to the door and raised my hand to ring the doorbell, but the door swung open. My father opened, and it was evidently clear that he didn’t expect to see me either.

“Brielle, it’s you?!” he exclaimed.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

I resisted scrunching my nose up in distaste. The horrid stench of alcohol and body smells was unbearable. It seems he hadn’t showered for some days.

If I thought he looked bad the last time, it was an understatement. He looked like he had been run over by a truck one too many times. He was in a horrible state. His eyes were swollen and red, and his hair was a mess. I almost felt bad for him. I guess I did, but my grudge against him couldn’t allow me to feel for him that way