"Like a small boat, on the ocean
Sending big waves, into motion
Like how a single word can make a heart open
I might only have one match
But I can make an explosion."Ingrid's POV
I closed the door with a sigh and leaned my head onto it. I thought about everything that happened today. This morning, this afternoon, my dad, Tristian.... I hope I'm not bothering him as much as I think I am. I don't want to scare him off with my new found clinginess, but I feel upset when I'm not near him... Gosh, Ingrid, you just met the guy not even a week ago... I think I'm losing it here.
Putting my coat on a hook and my shoes by the door, I made my way to the staircase. I paused when I heard something fall in the kitchen and heavy footsteps, making their way towards me. I looked over my shoulder to see my father looking furious as he marched over to me. I gulped as I turned to him and looked down. Once he reached me, he grabbed my arm harshly and pulled me towards him. I continued to stare at the ground as tears came back to my eyes, and his grip tightened.
" Where. The. Hell. Were. You. " He seethed as he leaned down towards me, and I gulped..
" I-I was just out at the café- " I whispered and jumped when he cut me off.
" So.. you mean to tell me, for 4 hours straight you were at a damn café!? " Biting my lip, I tried to open my mouth to speak.
" I-I... " I stayed silent as I knew that not telling him anything wouldn't technically mean I wasn't telling the truth. My mother walked into the room with a cup of tea in her hand and went to sit on the sofa in the corner. She was just like my father in a sense, but she didn't treat me the way he did. Whenever she was there, he knew to be careful.. though I can't always count on her for the numerous things she's already done.
He pulled me closer and squeezed my arm even tighter. " Do you know how many people know who you are? I don't need another fucking Camila out in these streets. All of my businessmen know I've disowned her already... Do you want me to do the same with you? " My heart started beating faster as I felt a few tears slip out of my eye. I've never disobeyed them before, and I knew that if I would, the consequences would be dire. Saying the wrong answer to the question he just asked just wouldn't be acceptable.
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Tattoo Heartist
RomanceIngrid Rodríguez A 20-year-old girl who knows almost to nothing of the outside world. Her strict parents made her see what they wanted her to see. They wanted her away from the outside world so much that they put her in online school throughout her...