𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒ᵃʳⁱᵃⁿᵃ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵉ

fifteen

fifteen - cheater cheater

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   i groaned as a loud thump sounded through the downstairs of my house, followed by a series of quiet giggles. i yawned, pushing myself up as i glanced at the clock, noticing it was only three in the morning.

   the night i had with ariana was amazing, and i couldn't ask for anything more. it was now tuesday night, or wednesday morning. we spent the entire monday together, and we were much more comfortable with each other at school on tuesday.

   "what the fuck is going on down there?" i mumbled to myself, swinging my legs over the side of my bed. i shivered in a cringe as my feet touched the cold hardwood, a great difference from the warmth of my bed.

   i walked slowly to my bedroom door, quietly opening it so i could head downstairs. i kept the door open as i tip-toed down the hallway, keeping my steps light on the stairs. i smoothly dodged the creaky step, lightly placing my feet on the last step, my body still covered by the small walls.

   i peaked around the wall, gazing into the living room. standing there was my parents, in the middle of the living room, sucking each other's faces off.

   i quietly gagged, swinging myself back around the wall. "oh my god," i mouthed to myself, turning around so i could walk back up the stairs.

   "be quiet, my daughter might here you," my fathers voice stopped me in my tracks, my mouth dropping open as a reflex.

   there ain't no fucking way.

   i turned myself around so fast i almost snapped my neck. i peeked back around, my eyes finally adjusting to the dark where i saw a head of blonde hair making out with my father. that bitch is not my mother.

   i stepped down from the stair, quietly making my way over to the two who began tugging at each other's clothes. my jaw clenched as i stared at him, my hand forming a fist.

   i scoffed, watching the blonde tug at his tie. "what the fuck are you doing?" i finally spoke, nearly laughing at the way my dad froze. they both looked at me like a deer in the headlights, immediately removing their hands from each other.

   my dad moved closer to me, his hands out in pleading motion. "y/n, it's—it's not what it looks like." he stuttered, his eyes filled with fear of what i could do.

   i laughed, my eyes drifting back to the woman as i ignored him. "what's your name, huh?" i asked her, my brows raising.

   she blushed, wrapping her arms around her stomach nervously. "a-alexandra." her voice was scared—it was like she thought i'd beat her ass.

   as i stared her down, i noticed how young she looked. she couldn't be ten years older than me while my father was a fifty-three year old man.

   i nodded slowly, glancing back at my nervous and scared father. "how old are you, alexandra? i'm y/n, by the way. his kid." i smiled, faking my kindness.

   alexandra practically curled into herself, taking a step back from him. "i'm twenty-one."

  my eyes widen and my mouth dropped once again. i looked back at my father who was literally pale: he looked like he'd seen a ghost. "twenty-one?! that's only three years older than me, man!"