62: Why The Scorn?

Camilla So there was Shawn, standing in the living room, glaring at me as I made my way down the stairs. I wondered who had allowed him to step foot inside this house. It was time we got a gatekeeper, security, something that would keep morons from treading in this space. "Camilla, you...." "Hey, hey, hey, watch it!" I cut him off, walking in his direction. "Don't you dare try to disrespect me? You are at my house, and who in the world let you in?" "I don't have to explain anything to you. I'm so fucking mad at you!" He snarled. I chuckled. "Like I care." Shawn growled and moved closer. He wanted to hit me, but my Dad halted him. He walked towards the both of us as Shawn was still boiling in rage. "What did you think you were about to do?" My Dad asked him coldly. The both of them glared at each other, and Shawn gave me that dark cast. He vocalized everything, hearing my talk on the radio, saying those words were all lies. And he even called me a bitch. So disrespectful in front