𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟻

ISABELLE

"STOP DOING THAT WILL YA." My dad's voice snaps me out my daze, eyes prying away from the view outside.

"I'm just nervous." I admit, crossing my legs. I'm currently sat on a wooden chair and my ankle bones are literally digging into the chair, killing.

Rolling my eyes at my thoughts, I switch positions and instead sit with my legs folded, wrapping my arms around my knees, laying my chin on top.

"There's nothing to be nervous about," He mutters, leaning forward and kissing the top of my head, "She's nothing but a disgrace." My dad sips his coffee, eyes filling with anger.

"Dad?" I call out, my nerves obvious while I say my next words, "Can you tell me why she left?" His face drops, a sad look in his eyes, hesitating to answer my question.

"So it's not all a shock to me when she comes, y'know?" I push, internally arguing with myself if I really want to know the truth. "She isn't a good person, Isabelle." He sighs,

"Your mother has done some bad things. To me and you."

"I'd rather hear it from you than her." That's true. I know when my father lies and I know he won't lie to me but my mum...i don't trust her at all. We're both expecting her to lie and just insult us every chance she gets.

"Okay," He nods, mug softly clanking to the table, "But just remember. I loved you then and I love you now. She's no longer part of our family."

I nod, throat feeling dry. Nibbling on the inside of my mouth, I intently listen to my dad as he speaks, my nerves rising, heart thumping against my ribcage.

"Me and your mother fell in love at a coffee shop," He smiles softly, eyes glazing over with a dazed look. "She was absolutely beautiful. Caught my attention immediately."

The smile drops from my dads face within h seconds, hands twining together and clearing his throat with a hard look. "We bumped into each other again and I took it in my favor to ask her out."

"What did she say?"

"She said yes obviously," He sends me a playful look, "And so we went on a few dates. Starting dating and whatnot." Rubbing a hand down his face, he continues, "She was nice, beautiful and kind. That's at first. I didn't notice until we got married. Until she started treating you like shit."

His voice cracked at the end, eyes blazing with fire. Clearing his throat, my dad keeps his eyes on the floor and takes in a deep breathe.

I hate seeing him like this. I shouldn't have asked.

"Her family, friends and even ex- lovers warned me. Said she was a bitch and manipulative. I didn't stand for it and just argued back."

"When did you realize?" I mutter, already knowing the truth.

"She," He cuts himself off, sighing, "Izzy, i-i don't know how to tell you this. It still kills me to this day."

Shaking my head, my fingers play with the end of my joggers, "No, no, I want to know dad. I deserve to know."

"Very well."

"Your mother wasn't a good mum. She doesn't deserved to be called a mother. She cheated on me through our marriage so I divorced her."

That's disgusting. How can she cheat on my dad? He's the most kind hearted person to exist. He deserves better than her. I fucking hate her more knowing she betrayed my father like that.

"So that's it?" I sound hopeful. Too hopeful. I don't want to know now.

He shakes his head, slightly grimacing. "I wanted custody of you, knowing she was a bad mother but she threatened to take it to court. I was willing to but her mother was dying and used that as some weird excuse." He shakes his head, scoffing to himself.

"So I agreed we'd co-parent. Your mother then started dating the man she cheated on me with, even go engaged to him." His voice chokes up so I quick rush towards him, sitting beside him and rubbing his bad.

"She didn't deserve you dad." I sadly smile, furrowing my brows when he shakes his head, wiping his eyes with his palms and takes my hands into his, sad and guilt in his eyes.

"I couldn't care less about her marriage. It's what she did to you," His voice breaks, "What he did to you."

My heart stops, body freezing. What he did to me? What did he do. No. Please no. My eyes widen, breathing increasing but I manage to choke out, "What did he do?" He didn't answer me, "Dad? Please."

"You were only five, Izzy." He cries, tears falling out his honey eyes. My face falls, tears stinging my eyes, stomach churning, acid burning my insides.

"He- no. Dad." I cry out, tears now rushing down my face. He raped me. Oh my god. I feel as if someone just punched me in the gut. Almost as if someone has stabbed me, painstakingly, slowly twisting the knife and digging it deeper.

"No!" He shouts out, cupping my face with his large hands, "Thank god he didn't. But his intentions were bad. He was inappropriate with you."

"What did mum do?"

"Nothing." He growls out, gritting his teeth, "Your mother did nothing but choose that fucking pig. I wanted to kill him. I still want to kill him."

A sob racks from my lips, body falling limp. My dad cradles me in his eyes, mumbling how sorry he is. I didn't say anything expect cry. I don't do anything except wrap my arms around him, hands clutching his shirt, face shoved into his chest, sobbing.

"I never hated your mother more than I did then. I kicked her out, made her sign the papers where I got custody over you. The bitch didn't even put up a fight." His arms tighten around me, bringing me impossibly closer, "I'm sorry Isabelle."

"It's okay, dad." I mumble, sniffling quietly. How come I don't remember this? I don't remember anything about my mother or her boyfriend. So my mother was in my life till I was six and she chose her pedophile of a fiancé over us.

"It's not," He shakes his head, kissing my temple, "I- I thought this was haunt you as you grew up, always be attached to you and ruin your life but thank god. Thank god you didn't remember anything about it."

I nod, sitting up and rubbing my nose with the back of my hand. He's right. I'm glad I don't have any memories of what he and she did or said. I'm fucking lucky.

"I don't want her here, dad." I voice out, anger, sadness, hurt and betrayal pooling inside of me, hatred blinding me. "Don't let her, please. I don't care about what she wants.

"Of course honey," He promises, kissing my head again and holding me protectively in his arms. He holds me in his arms till I cry myself to sleep.

And he kept his promise. Just like he always does. My mother attempts to talk to him, making some dumb excuses as to why she has a right but my dad didn't listen and threatened to call the police.

I didn't see her after that. The last thing I remember before fully knocking out in his arms is my dad slamming the door, swearing at my mother.

She deserves nothing but shit. She can rot in hell for all I care.