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Dead to Me

Writing Prompt:

Your main character is approached by a long-estranged parent who wants to reconnect. How do they react?

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"7 years. 7 YEARS?! That's how long it took for you to do..what? "Get your money up?" "raise other children?" I had to repress the urge to spit in this bitches face. I can't wrap my head around how this sad excuse of a man really assumed that he could just waltz into my life yet again and say the same pathetic excuses to me over and over. I am so sick of being lied to, so SICK of this sense of false hope that this trash human being keeps implanting into my head. This was the last time I would give him the satisfaction of speaking to me.

"Mareece, listen, i-" the human waste disposal stammered, "No don't even try to use some bullshit excuse, When was the last time you actually spoke to me? Do you even remember? Or is your brain too fried from roaming the streets?". "Mareece I understand that you're upset but im your dad-" "DAD? Please! You could've fooled me. Don't you dare try to give yourself that title. A dad is someone who protects you. Someone who loves you unconditionally, is actually the-there for you and doesn't just temporarily call on birthdays and holidays to get gifts from grandma. You.... you Are the complete opposite of a dad."

The man who I was supposed to see as my father looked at me with sadness in his eyes but I couldn't care any less. I was done giving this bitch pity, he didn't deserve it. He had plenty of opportunities to actually be a father to me but instead he decided to leave and I refuse to be left hurt by his idiotic decisions.

I glared bullets into his head, I was certain he could see the pure resentment in my eyes, I've never been so angry in my entire life, my stomach churned, I felt as if I could cry, throw up and scream all at once. Just being in his presence infuriated me, so much so that if i didn't control myself i'm sure i would have thrown a punch by now but.. i didn't, i just stared and cried. It was gut wrenching that he could devote this many emotions inside me at once. I never wanted to see him again, its too many tears being shed for such a useless person. I wanted- no... I needed to leave and never see him again but before I did I had to leave him with a memory, a message of how shitty of a job he's done at being a so called a dad. I stepped closer, looked him in the eye.

"You're dead to me".

Thats was it, not another word from either of us and I just walked away.

A/N

I hope you enjoyed, this one was kinda personal lmao but let me know if you'd like to see more from this snippet. Again, feel free to leave tips and suggestions. Bye!