He said he loved me... (completed)

My dad

"I had to stand there... in the freezing cold! My hands were going numb... I was pacing back and forth, imagining all of these creepy things happening to you while you were going for a romantic walk?! You was lucky I didn't turn around and walk home!" Kate lectured me... I knew I'd get a mouthful

"But you didn't... And now, I will repay you!" I said

"Ohh... I heard the word 'pay'" She suddenly turned around with her eyebrows raised.

"Hahahah! Not that kind of pay! I'm broke! But... Joshy-woshy!" I made a silly face and prance around my room, en-acting Kate and Josh playing football.

"Stop it!" Kat whined

"Fine, but I'm still gonna get you guys together... either way!" I laughed like the devil

"Oh yeah? Tell me how that works out for ya!" She smirked and walked off to go for a shower

"Hmmm" I thought as I got myself ready to go for a quick bath

If I could possibly make Kate happy by getting her together with Josh, then she'd understand what it'd be like, and she won't pester me about whanting to spend time with Nico... But the question is.. How? I mean I should be pretty good at this sort of stuff since I'm kinda dating a total package, but I'm not gonna lie, getting together was indeed the hardest thing...

I sat down on my bed and pulled out my headphones and tablet. I plugged the headphones in and burst some 'Chemical Romance-Nanana' My fav Rock song. As I was thrashing my head around like a gormless beast, only hearing the heavy pound of the bass in my eardrums, my mom must've entered my room and before long as I opened my eyes for an expressive 'rock and roll' style eye roll, I was staring into my moms face. Shit.

"Ooops! Sorry, Didn't hear ya! What's up?" I asked her, trying to be polite as well as using slang

"Of course you didn't! Not with that loud, whalesong playing!" She nodded in dissaproval

"This is what heavy rock sounds like!" I said, swishing my hair around all over the place

"Take after you father then" She sniffed.

We don't talk about my father. We just don't. He was a scumbag, bastard and any other bad word you can think off... My mom had dated him, then became pregnant with my brother and so they became bethroted. He was a good man to start with, she'd say, but as soon as he began hanging out with his friends, going clubbing and that sort of thing, he became an obsessed, vile and jelous man... By then my mother was pregnant with me... He didn't seem to care, he beat her. Abusive Relationships, they'd call it. But what's the point for having a name for these things when theyy simply didn't do anything about it? More than once my mother had gone to the police, pleaded them to save her from this boorish man, but no... no one wanted to get involved.

Mother became tired. Worn and scared. She ran. The best thing she could do at the time, I guess. She left me and my brother for my gran to look after, came to England and got a job. She came back for visits regularly, bringing gifts and clothes and what-not. But at the end of the day, the clothes didn't cuddle me at night when I cried myself to sleep, sick with worry for her...

Eventually she met my step-dad during a part time job she took on to provide us with more. They had to put advertisements through the doors of residents, she used to be afraid of my step-dad... She actually ran when she saw him! But later on, they got to know each other and yeah... They got a place, and my mom brought us here... I'm eternally grateful...

It seems as though I have no reason to hate my real dad. True. But you have not heard from what I've seen and experienced. Once, my mom had put just a smidge of her trust in him when she went away for a weekend with auntie Ausra to the seaside and was unable to bring us with her, so she asked him to look after us for the two days. He agreed. So long as he got payed. Payed to look after his own flesh and blood. His children. He makes me sick.

But worst of all, when my mother returned, she found me and my borther huddle up in the corner of a bedroom, not having eaten in a day or two, whilst he was in the opposite room, doing God-knows-what with some woman!

Yup... Now you understand my hatred... That is why we don't speak of him... He is nothing to us.... Worse than nothing, he is the devil itself!

"Sooo? What d'you want?" I tried to ask politely

"It's Kate. I don't think She'll stay here for long" She replied