"He was bad. He smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good. He didn't care because no one taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best man. He couldn't bare the thought of her being hurt by him... or by anyo...
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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
"It sucks that you can't come" Ella frowns while sitting on my bed
The whole group was in my room since it was a Saturday night and another party was happening.
The party is going to be bigger and better than the one we went to last time and everyone was going.
Well everyone but me was going
Lucas, Ethan and William were currently raiding the mini-fridge in my room. The girls were sitting on my bed talking while Grace paints her toenails and Amelia flicks through a magazine.
"Just sneak out" William shrugs and takes a sip from the can of solo that he stole from my mini-fridge
"I'd rather not give my dad another reason to call me" I frown at the call I had with him yesterday
He had some nerve to talk shit about my mother
I find it funny how he blames my attitude on my mother and not his shitty parenting and how absent he was even before my mother died.
I was never close with my father because he thought running a company was more important than spending time with his son.
Every award I got in school, he missed. The only person that was cheering me on through everything in life was my mama.
My father didn't even have the decency to show up when I graduated high school. But if I'm being honest, he wasn't the person I wanted to see sitting in those seats anyway.
I remember staring at the empty chair and just imagining her crying happy tears and yelling out my name as I stood on that stage.
All I could do was imagine that she was there
I didn't think graduating year 12 was of importance but I pushed myself to do it for her and only her.
I knew she wouldn't have missed that day for the world if she was here. She would've been cheering my name so loud that I'd probably be embarrassed.
But now I miss her embarrassing me by cheering out my name so loud that people turned to look at her with displeasure, I miss her scolding me when I'd wear summer clothes in winter, and I even miss when she'd lick her thumb and rub off the food from my face while I groaned at her mothering behaviour.
