(thank you, again, please send me a message if you want to write with me.)
Anabelle was in deep shit.
That much she knew. How had things gone so wrong in such a short time? First she was on top of the world, now, she was lower than low.
Where else was she to turn? Whom else could she turn to?
Stuck in Los Angeles, with no money, no place to stay after this weekend, she felt like everything was meaningless.
Unless-no, she couldn't.
'You have no other choice Ana..' a voice in her head told her.
No other choice. Right. So there was one place she could turn and that was a man she had long ago hated--her father.
Though they hadn't seen each other in 5 years, when Ana was only 15, she swore she wouldn't go back to him. His house. His rules. She hated his authority. But what else was she supposed to do now?
