Dreaded Heir's Returned

CHAPTER 32

Dasha’s POV

I had just styled my hair into a ponytail and hung my bag on my shoulders before i heard a clashing sound that made me panic, i looked around and all that seemed harmful and handy was a curling iron next to me, i grabbed it and rushed out of my room, with my heart beating speeding. I stared down the stairs to find my parents having another riot.

‘What could the problem be this time?.’ I rolled my eyes in anger, I was getting sick and irritated by the constant fighting and yelling from my parents.

I turned around and walked majestically toward my bedroom door. I walked and carried myself as though I could not hear the destructive sound my parents made downstairs. I looked back and rolled my eyes. My hand laid on my bedroom doorknob, I turned it, pushed the door open and walked in. I dumbed the curling iron on my dressing table.

I wore my boots and swung my hair to make sure it was a perfect fit for me. I walked right past my parents and toward my car which was packed out on