After Saturday's party, Luna found herself locked in her house all Sunday. She was so fulled and overwhelmed by her three-hour- night out that she needed to rest and enjoy her house's warmth as more as possible.
Her friends insisted on sleeping with them when they returned from the party but Luna had chosen to go to her house where she would have her time to recollect herself. They didn't want to leave her alone, since they knew her father wasn't going to be home, but they didn't really have a choice. They would respect her decision about everything.
So Leo drove her back to her house and they said their goodbyes before watching Luna disappearing behind the wooden door, only then noticing the big black jacket that was hanging from the girl's tiny frame. They didn't have time to think of that any further because the door closed and they stayed there. They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders before leaving their old neighborhood and going home.
Luna had informed her two friends earlier that she wasn't going to leave her house on Sunday nor was she going to answer her phone, so they didn't have to worry about her; they would see each other again at school on Monday morning.
And that is what she did.
She stayed in her bed all day, doing her school homework and reading her favorite, new-borrowed book while listening to some good relaxing piano music.
Although, what Luna hadn't expected was that her father was going to return sooner from his business trip.
She was sitting on her bed, with her feet tangled underneath her, when the door of her room busted open and her father's tall frame came into her personal space. His face showed nothing but hate, rancor, and disinterest towards her.
Luna squealed from the sudden situation, thinking that she was all alone at the house, and grabbed her legs to stabilize herself from falling. She looked up at her father with teary and terrified eyes as he stepped further inside the room. Luna didn't say a word, she just waited for him to speak first.
"Have you made dinner?" He suddenly asked, looking sternly at her. Luna's eyes widen more at that, confusion and surprise marking her beautiful face. She barely mattered a small 'what' under her breath. "Are you also deaf except for stupid?" He spat at her through his gritted teeth "I said, have you made dinner? "
"N-No... I- uh, I didn't know you would return so soon a-and I wasn't hungry." She started explaining but when she saw his face getting redder, she closed her mouth and waited for his reaction.
"You useless bitch aren't capable of making some food to eat! You knew I was coming but you still didn't bother to prepare my meal?!" He started yelling at her while he grabbed the desk chair and threw it on the floor, the loud impact echoing around the whole room.
"I- I didn't... I didn't know you would return sooner. In the text you said-" She couldn't finish her sentence because her father took long strides towards her and slapped her right in the face. Her head swang left as her hand reached immediately to smooth the pain on her burning flesh. Some droplets of tears started running down her cheeks as she closed her eyes with force to restrain some of the pain and slowly turned her head again towards her father that stood like a Cerberus above her.
"Enough! I don't want to hear any more of your lame excuses." He gave her a disgusted look before turning his head and walking to the door, but before he could reach the handle something caught his attention.
"Who the fuck gave you this?" He stopped and grabbed the black jacket from the chair near the door, which he knew for sure wasn't his daughters. He kept it in front of Luna and waited for her answer. Luna had gathered her legs to her chest, as a way to protect herself but when she saw her father holding the jacket she knew she wasn't going to make it out of the room undamaged.
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Forbidden Habit
RomanceLuna was always a quiet girl. An introvert who enjoyed spending time reading books in her room. It was the only way to remain invisible, it was her saviour from her father's rage. This, and her undying and unconditional love for ballet. These too ha...