Chapter 21. Nerve-Wracking Lunch

I woke up from the loud noise outside. When I opened my eyes, Deniece was already in my room, reading a book from my shelf. She clearly didn't understand the idea of privacy between us. 

"Hey, did you know that Shakespeare is gay?" She asked out of nowhere. 

I glared at her because of her nonsensical words. 

"Shut up; he's a great writer," I defended while putting on my robe. 

"Yeah, but he wrote the most idiotic, tragic ending for a love story," she teased me.

"It's too early in the morning; just shut up."

We both got startled when I heard the loud noise from outside again. I looked at her, and she just shrugged her shoulders, implying that she didn't know what was happening. 

As I opened the door, I walked quietly downstairs and headed to the living room to look around the house. There, I saw my dad in a wheelchair. I haven't visited him in his room for two or three consecutive days, just to distance myself from hi