CHAPTER 68

　　"Hailey!" He yelled again and we could all tell he was now in the living room.

　　"Hailey," my father called. "I don't believe the whole sulking thing for a second. But if it's your wish to return to him, then I cannot hold you back."

　　I gave him a brief nod because what else was I supposed to do? What was I even supposed to say? I have a raving mad husband stomping around my estranged father's living room. I was the epitome of total drama rama, I ought to be a lead character in it.

　　My legs wobbled as I took steps towards the living room, mentally checking my appearance for if I looked too frightened or shaken. Xavier and his mom seemed to feed on fear to grow bigger and I would be damned if I fed them after all the things they put me through.