Chapter 13. Fired

Freya’s POV

I ran upstairs, tears blurring my vision, chest so tight I could barely breathe.

The moment I entered my room, I slammed the door so hard the walls rattled. Then I leaned against it for a second, sliding down until my knees hit the floor, sobbing so hard my whole body shook.

Why does it always have to be me?

Mom died of heart failure when I was fourteen. Dad changed after that. He stopped looking at me like I was his daughter and started looking at me like I was a reminder of what he lost. Elaine moved in immediately after that which I found obscene because my mom just died. She gave birth to Helene, then she became the golden child, the one who got praise, the one who got gifts, the one who got love. I was totally ignored.

I was the leftover.

But my Grandma was the only one who still held me. The only one who didn’t didn’t make me feel unwanted. But Grandma got sick, she’s suffering from heart disease. She’s bedridden now, and