Gerry's face turned serious as he clenched his fist and seemed ready to punch me.
My father was furious, pointing at me and shouting, "Get out! I don't have a daughter like you, you damn girl!"
The family was so harmonious. They stood up for each other.
What was I?
Who could I talk to about the grievances I had suffered? Who could understand?
In that case, there was no need to stay here and endure the abuse.
"You want me to leave? Sure. Just give me my things back."
I took a deep breath and reached out to Gerry. "Give me the keys to the two cars.
"I'm going to load all the things onto the cars later."
But Gerry looked very unwilling.
"Why?"
"I bought the things at home! It has nothing to do with you!"
Wendy sat on the floor and shouted.
"She's right! Nothing here has anything to do with you."
My mother echoed.
"If you want to leave, leave. But don't even think about taking anything with you."
My father sat down and said coldly, holding a glass of wine.
"Ursula, enough. Stop it. If word gets out, we'll look bad. Let's both take a step back, shall we?"
Gerry frowned, looking as if he was letting me off generously.
They were so disgusting.
"Get lost! Now!
"Go away. We don't wanna see you!"