𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 .

5.

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𝐦𝐚𝐡𝐢'𝐚𝐢 ☼

what's the point of taking somebody shopping when all you do is comment on what they want to wear?

as much as i thought i would enjoy shopping at a big shopping mall, it was partially impeded on by the fact that every time i picked up a pair of shorts my dad tried to direct me to the ones' in the men's section like anybody wants to wear ugly sports gear that comes down past your knees. it didn't stop me from getting any but still, am i even gonna be able to wear the clothing that he swore i could pick out? i'm sure he would nearly have a stroke if he saw me back home on a hot day- i barely wear anything at all.

that is why i cannot hide my attitude or my sense of disappointment as we pull up to the house that i'm supposed to be staying in for nearly three years.

"you ready?" he asks and i can't really do much but just nod as i quickly get out of the car. i just want to be away from him and by myself immediately because if i spend another second longer in merely just his aura i fear i'll go insane- maybe as insane as him. i began to grab the multiple bags of clothes, spacing them all apart on my arm and though he practically owes it to me, i do admit that my dad kept his promise about getting me a new wardrobe. i wonder how he was able to spend so much money on clothes though. i remember my days here clearly and we never really had much.

so what changed?

the silence between us is tense as we walk to the front door. i step aside, allowing him to unlock it.

the first sight i see is a hardwood floor kitchen with a sleek, grey theme that's undoubtedly cute. on the rights
side is the dining room and a bit further into the house is what seems to be a tv room, seeing as it is blasting some reality show. i raise my brow in slight confusion before suddenly my eyes are met by a pair i wasn't expecting.

"hey baby." my dad greets, walking past me over to the woman on the couch with long, black hair tied up in a bun. she is very obviously gorgeous, with a pale, faultless complexion and sharp, uncreased angled eyes the subtle color of dark grey. a large beauty marks sits just below her upturned nose, right above her medium-shaped lips graced with a subtle layer of pink lipstick. i stare over at her, blinking at her curiously as i watch her drape her arms over my dad, something that surprises me immediately. 

it seems as if they should be doing this anywhere other than in front of me, but adonis and i have other half-siblings that i, at least, haven't had contact with simply because my dad has way too many children to even tend to them all... morally, my father is lawless and the sight of him with the woman easily helps me remember. they seem to make a show of their affection or at least she does, kissing him on the cheek and climbing into his arms which of course, is their business- but i can't help but to be a bit uncomfortable, shifting as my presence seems to be completely discarded. still, i try to be polite, waiting until my father has enough courtesy to finally turn back around. 

"mahi. this valentina."

i smile over at the lady who's eyes doesn't meet mine for a while, and do only when she decides to look over at me. that's when her smile completely vanishes, as if it was reserved only for my dad who holds her in his hands like his plaything or something. the whole visual, especially the silence worn all over her vixen features simply makes me look away, rocking on my heel while i eye the hallway tentatively.