Saturday, 12th Feb
Iris has known something was up with me since the party last week. She had been asking me how I was every now and then but she hadn't specifically asked what happened. That's one of the things I like about Iris, she doesn't push for me to talk.
She's know about my home life since that incident in year three, but I haven't told her about the separation yet.
I think it's time she knew though.
My fingers are now hovering over the send button on Iris' contact. I'm sitting in my room, home alone. Mum went out for lunch with some mates.
I know Iris will be supportive but I don't want her to pity me or look at me any differently.
I click the blue arrow and throw my phone onto my bed, quickly covering my eyes and pulling my legs to my chest. Nerves flood through my body. What will she say?
I stand up and start pacing next to my bed, chewing my lower lip; a nervous habit I've picked up in the past couple of months.
*BUZZ*
I eye my phone on the bed. Fuck, what would she say? Slowly, I walk over and flip it around. The dread in my stomach instantly switches to butterflies when I see the notification.
@wandamaximoff sent a reel.
I look down blushing with a wide grin on my face and internally scream.
Unlocking my phone, I'm met with a video of a little girl in a purple raincoat and matching gum boots, jumping in puddles and laughing. Singing in the rain is playing in the background.
I swipe out of it and see Wanda's left a message underneath.
@wandamaximoff
this reminds me of you 😋I flop onto my bed and watch the video again. It's the cutest video I've ever seen.
Wanda and I have been texting back and fourth nonstop since yesterday afternoon. Every time I see her contact name I can't help but feel all flustered. God she has such an effect on me.
@y/n_l/n
☺️I turn my head to my open doorway when I hear a knock at the door downstairs. Mum said there might be a package coming for her.
I quickly bolt down the stairs, phone in hand. They knock again.
"One second!" I call out as I make my way to the entrance, unlocking the front door and opening it.
My stomach drops.
"What? Aren't ya happy to see me?"
My grip tightens on the door handle.
"What are you doing here, Dad?" I say coldly.
He takes a step closer to the door.
"Can't I come and see my daughter? You're my kid for god's sake!" He snarls and bangs his fist on the front door, making me jump. I can smell the alcohol on his breath.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He says. "Am I a bad dad, Y/n?" He looks as though he's about to cry.
I'm not falling for this again. My eyes start to water but I stay silent.
"Can I come in? I just want to talk."
"No. I'm sorry, I don't think that's a good idea. I've got lots of homework to do." I lie.
He slams his fist against the door again and I see his face flame with anger. "Let me in!"
"Dad, please! I-"
He strides forward, trying to push past me into the house, but I close the door a bit more, blocking him with my body. I feel myself retreat to the back of my mind and suddenly my surroundings aren't real anymore.
"I said let me in, you spoilt brat!"
"Leave me alone!" I cry out. I feel the tear finally fall and it rolls down my cheek. He pushes forward again and succeeds into the house, going straight for the fridge.
I shakily close the front door, hearing bottles clinking together from the kitchen. Turning around, I see my dad open a beer and aimlessly throw the cap on the floor.
He sits down on the couch, kicking his shoes off and flicking on the telly.
With every bit of strength I have left, I walk up to him. "Please leave." I say, trying to sound confident, but by the scoff he gives me, I can tell it came out a bit shaky.
"No. This is my home. I paid for this house! I paid for everything you have!" He spits out at me, pointing to his chest each time.
I head to the kitchen to pace. With blurry eyes I click on the only contact I could think of right now.
Y/n
I need help.—————————
A/n
Hey guys. Sorry it's been a while. Just been a bit hectic the last month.
I'll try to post a bit more regularly from now on.
Hope you are all doing okay 😊

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