Lost in the thought of the past, I felt so depressed that I accidentally dropped the plate in front of me to the ground.
The porcelain plate instantly shattered into pieces with a loud clatter.
I curled up and kept shivering by reflex.
"How old are you now? Why are you still as cowardly as when you were little?" Mom asked indifferently.
I rubbed the scars on my arms, my heart aching as if being pricked by needles.
When I was a child, my parents would lock me in the basement and whip me with sticks whenever I broke something or did something that upset them.
They put me in solitary confinement under the pretext of letting me reflect on myself.
But my parents would never bear to say a single harsh word to Will, even if he made a severe mistake.
"You should go get the marriage license with Dan tomorrow morning!"
Hearing this, I couldn't stand it anymore. I sprang to my feet and overturned the table.
"You rebellious girl, what do you want to do?" My mother looked at the mess on the floor in disbelief and frowned, ready to slap me.
I grabbed her hand and said, "I'm suffocating here. I'll never come back again!"
Will stepped forward to stop me and asked, "Where can you go if you leave home?"