Is this love? - 2

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Thank you for coming from chapter 1, glad you liked it :) Hopefully this chap is a little longer lol...read to find outttt!

*The music linked is what she's listening to*
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Finally I felt calm, the music was-

"YO FAMILY, DID YOU MISS ME?" Hollered a voice followed with a booming laugh.

That could only be one person. I rolled my eyes as I heard my brother, Danny whisper,

"Dad?"

He scrambled rapidly down the stairs and he slowly approached Dad, they embraced each other, this was the longest he had been gone after all.

But me? I stayed right where I was. How could he just turn up and expect all the love in the world, hugs and laughter? No way. Mum and Danny always fall for his stupid antics but I caught on years ago and I'll never look at him any different.

I plugged my earphones back in, attempting to sink back into my song, but I couldn't help taking one out to overhear what was going on downstairs.

"So what brought you back this time?" Mum questioned.

"What do you mean? I can't go months without seeing my beautiful family, I missed you guys. I'm staying...for real this time."

Silence.

Danny, barely even talking, mumbled;

"You say that every time, Dad, every time."

I just knew he was shaking his head and holding back tears. Though older than me, he was more emotional and much more attached, also naïve, which had a bigger impact.

"I know, but I mean it. You think I go out and leave for good? No. I'm out there finding money, for you, for me, for us as a family."

Mum trying to lighten the mood said;

"Well, you're here now and we're complete. Let's go out and do something together as a family."

Complete? She must be joking. How dense could she be to not realise what Dad was doing. He was here to use us and abandon us again. She keeps giving her heart to him and he keeps stabbing it multiple times. These are her high highs but when he's goes again, which he will, she'll be depressed and irritable, and who has to deal with that? Me.

Despite all my surface level anger a small part of me wanted to see his face and finally feel his warmth, but I couldn't.

"Where's Sienna?"

My dad said this as if he was concerned about my wellbeing. He didn't even call or text once, after he disappeared.

"Upstairs, I don't know if she's ready to- "

Suddenly the sound of rapid steps sounded in my ears. Why was he looking for me? He knows I borderline hate him.

Bursting through my door my Dad happily yelled through a grin;

"Here's my sweet girl."

I snapped.

"Sweet girl? How could you come and say that when you know you don't give a shit about me? You leave, then randomly come back and think I'll accept you with open arms. And God knows what on earth you do while you're gone. You actually stink. What is it now, drugs? Huh?"

That came out harsher than I expected, but seeing his face triggered a different level of anger within me that I couldn't suppress.

A scowl appeared on his face, brows knitted tightly together.

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