[color=blue]"Would it make any difference?"[/color] Roxy asked softly. She didn't think it would. Explaining felt like making excuses for herself and her actions. She didn't like excuses even if they were legit ones. [color=blue]"I'm going to say this once then I'm dropping the subject. You can decide how you want to handle the information."[/color] It would affect them more than it would affect her. They could accept it or they deal with the consequences. 

[color=blue]"I got into fights."[/color] She stood up not looking at either of them.[color=blue]"My father wanted me to be as good as his men. It didn't matter that I was smaller and younger than they were."[/color] She would tell them about the consequences for failing. They didn't matter and she wasn't ready to be that open with people who had put her in a box she had worked so hard to get out of. [color=blue]"I stole only what I was assigned to prove that I could."[/color] She moved towards the hallway. She was done. They had ripped the bandaid off and exposed things she wasn't ready to deal with. Especially with strangers. [color=blue]"When I was sixteen my father decided the best use for a daughter was an arranged marriage. Being a lesbian I refused so he took matters into his own hands."[/color] She told them before she began to walk down the hall. She was shaking with anger and pain.[color=blue] "Counseling is a waste of time when people believe those paying the bills. I stopped going when I moved out." [/color]She told them before slammed the door to her room and leaning against it.