{Music Recommendation: The Line ~ Twenty-One Pilots}
Outside the room, Cher banged the door shut behind her, using her hand to cover her mouth so Alvaro wouldn't hear her cry. She couldn't show the man that hurting him was also hurting herself; he was her father, after all. Her beloved father. A man she had always loved her entire life, until he chose to ruin the life he gave her.
As Cher stepped out, the cool air from the hallway hit her tear-streaked face. She paused when she noticed Mila standing awkwardly by the door, her eyes downcast.
"I...I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, I followed you both," Mila explained in a small voice; she didn't want to keep looking at Cher's face. From her eyes, she could see just how heartbroken Cher was.
Cher sniffled her tears. "He's sick," she whispered only to Mila's hearing. "And he needs help, but I won't do that for him." Saying this, Cher exited the place, leaving Mila alone at the door.
