Dad? [zayn malik ddm fanfiction]

Chapter 8// Memories

It’s sunday. I personally, like everyone else in the world, hate sundays.

It’s the worst day of the week. It means i have to go to school tomorrow. And when i have to go to school it means i have to deal with all of my cousins.

This morning, all i’ve done was read, draw, and take a shower.

I decided to look through some of my old things from when i was a kid.

i found my scrapbook that my mom had made for me and anna. It was our separate book of our childhood.

I began going through the book until i stumbled upon a picture of me and my dad.We were both smiling, and laughing, as he held me in his arms. I was about 7 years old in the picture. Who would’ve thought that in a couple years, this would happen? that dad would ignore me and hate me.

It’s hard to look at a picture from years ago, and notice, that you don’t have that relationship with another person anymore.

It hurts when they ignore you, act like they hate you, admit they don’t love you, and love your twin more than you.

No parent of any child should like one of their children more than the other.

I sigh and close the book and place in the box. I slide the box under my bed where it always stays and sat on my bed.

Sometimes my childhood memories overwhelm me. That’s why i don’t like to think about them.

I lay down on my bed and stare at the wall. Suddenly, theres a knock at my door.

“come in..” i mumble and continue staring at the wall.

The person who walks is dad.

“Were going out do yo- what’s wrong?” he asks.

“now you care?”

“i’ve always cared.” he says and walks closer to my bed.

“you stopped caring and loving me when i was 11. you admitted it yesterday in your office when we talked.  It’s ok dad, i understand.. Anna’s a better daughter than me. always has been.”

“Enough rochelle! i’ve had it with you!” he snaps.

“I’ve heard that before..” i mumble and he groans.

“your such a damn piece of work. I don’t even know how you have friends at school” he growls.

“I dont have any friends! i’m a loner at school! I’m a nerd! nobody wants to talk to me! Everybody hates me at school! Nobody ever does talk to me at school! I’m alone! i never have anyone to talk to! not even my own sister who should be there for me like i am for her! I don’t understand what i’ve done wrong for everybody in our family to dislike me! I never speak a word and stay out of the way!”

I turn around to look at him and his jaw is slightly dropped.

“You want my honest opinion of how i feel right now?” i ask him.

“Honesty is always the key to a good conversation.” he says.

“I wish i were a kid again. Like when i was 6 or 7 and you actually liked me, and we always played together, and we always made so many memories. I miss when i was younger. I… I miss being your little girl dad… and honestly i really do wish i were younger.. Just so i could be with you more..”

He sighs, “you really need to grow up.” He then walks to my door, “are you going to go out with us or not?” he asks.

“No. I think i should grow up first, then maybe i’ll join you in happy land, where everyone and everything has to be perfect.”