"Olivia, you will listen to me! I am your father" Rowan yelled.

"I am done listening to you, I am done with you dictating and deciding every aspect of my life! I have let you dominate my life for so long, but not anymore. I am not interested in becoming a lawyer"

There, she had spoken the words he never wanted her to say. His whole life goal was to make a lawyer like himself and her late mother. He knew she would be a great lawyer.

"Olivia, I know you. You're like me. You are stubborn. Your dislike for my parenting makes you rebellious, makes you want to disagree with me. You think I do this for myself, but no this is in your best interest. I know you have the greatest potential and I want you to harness it in the right direction. You have to trust me, I know what is right for you. I always have"

"Stop. Please. I have done everything you ever wanted me to do. But this is my future we're talking about! I don't want to be stuck doing something I have no passion for the rest of my life"

Rowan did not know what to say. He sighed.

"Get out"

"What?" Olivia asked surprised.

"I said, get out" he said, facing her this time.

"You're gonna throw me out of the house because I did not obey you?"

"No I'm gonna throw you out because, you're a brat!" He said with clenched teeth.

Jesus. She wanted to cry. Not out of sadness, but out of anger, out of frustration.

Olivia was not the kind to beg or soften up and try to convince him otherwise. She had too much self-respect for that. So she looked at him with hate in her eyes and moved her head like she was saying "unbelievable".

She turned around headed to her room, took out a suitcase and filled it with as much as she could think of. Tears started to form at the corner of her eyes. She was hurt.

She came down with her packed suitcase and bag. Her father was still in the living room, sitting on a chair with his head down.

She looked at him, hoping he would look up at her, apologise, tell her it was a heat-of-a-moment thing. But no, he just kept staring down. She smirked.

She turned her back to him and opened the door and stepped out.

She got into her Uber and headed to her friend's place. Abby was her rock, and she didn't know where else to go.

The car moved, away from her house. That's when it hit her. She couldn't hold back the ears anymore. She cried, not because he threw her out of the house, but because he didn't love her enough to ever understand her.