"Did you even deserve to have a birthday? If you hadn't killed my dad back then, how would I have become a single-parent child? You remember this, from now on, every year on this day will be the anniversary of your death."
Then, in front of everyone, he smashed the cake into my face and ruined the one moment I'd looked forward to all year.
I didn't lash out. I just turned and quietly walked into the kitchen.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, displeasure flashed across Weston's eyes.
"Are you feeling wronged now? Let me tell you, when I grow up, the first thing I'll do is kick you out of the Claires!"
I looked at the child I'd poured my heart into for five years and I suddenly felt tired. I sighed and said to him.
"You don't need to kick me out, I'll leave tomorrow."
After speaking, I turned and left the kitchen, returning to the living room to bandage the wound on my forehead.
Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass came from the second floor. My movements stopped and an ominous premonition filled my heart.