w how toxic he can be when he wants to be. I miss having a mother's lap. She left me, she couldn't bear to live the life she was leading, and she simply abandoned me! Without leaving a message, or

, and soon after starts laughing. - Damn it! I didn't help, right? - I allow myself to smile back. - Not at all, Luka. Cadence. - He looks at me without understanding. - My name is Cadence, and thank you for helping me not fall. - I say, directing my hand, Luka squeezes it, but before he lets go, we hear: - Cadence! - The judge's thick and rude voice invades the place. He looks at me furiously, and then at Luka, who lets me go. - Who is he? What were they doing here alone? A respectable woman is not alone with any man, except her husband. - She pulls me towards her, hurting my arm. - I'm Luka. Son of Daven Crow, the prosecutor. - He replied, I think thinking that it would help something, but contrary to what he thought, it only made everything worse. - I don't care whose son he is, Luka! Don't you dare approach Cadence again. - He speaks with ignorance, pulling me towards the mansion again. -What did I teach you? How many times do I have to say the same thing, Cadence? I don't want him to be around strange people, especially men like Luka! - What?! What you mean? - I ask, without understanding where you're going with this. - Don't act like a fool! I saw how he was fucking you with his eyes. I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't arrived to intervene in this disaster. Imagine if someone had recorded something? - Why would anyone be recording? We didn't do anything. - I say. - Don't you understand that you have an important father? That anyone might want to use you to get fame, or defame me? You have a lot to learn, Cadence! You disappointed me tonight, I hope this doesn't happen again, or I will have to use more drastic measures. - Speak, letting go of me as soon as we arrive in front of my bedroom door. He opens it, pushes me inside, and passes the key. I call him, but he doesn't answer. I sit against the door and cry, I cry tirelessly, not knowing why he acted that way. I already knew he was controlling, but I didn't know to what extent. Is it wrong to want to live but be afraid to live? Because that's what I feel every day of my life, knowing that I have the shadow of Carter Archeron behind me. I wake up all sweaty and scared, looking around. I take a deep breath as I remember that I'm not near him, and that he's not here, and that brings me relief. But at the same time fear, bec