I Love To Hate You|Bad Bunny

10

LOVE's POV

(Monday)

I feel like actual shit.

I didn't even get any sleep considering I cried all night.

It was April 15 the day my dad died. Around the date and the day of I always feel horrible, it feels like I'm a ticking time bomb and at any point I'm going to explode.

I went into the bathroom to start getting ready. I looked into the mirror, I looked like death. I really didn't want to go to school so I decided to just stay in.

I went back into my bedroom and crawled back into the warmth of my bed.

I pulled my blanket over my body. I reached to my bed side table and grabbed my phone.

I opened the photo app.

I scrolled through the old memories of my dad and I.

God we were so happy.

A photo of when my dad took me to the beach appeared.

"wow daddy look at the waves!"

"they're beautiful aren't they mama?"

"mhm"

"you know, you're even more beautiful than the ocean"

"nah uh no way, the ocean is the most beautiful thing in the whole world"

"maybe but youre even more beautiful, you're gorgeous baby"

"I love you daddy"

"I love you, my beautiful Love"

"promise me you'll never leave?"

he held out his pinky and I intertwined my pinky with his, "I promise you baby, I'm always going to be here for you"

Hot tears streamed down my face as I remembered those days.

It was my dad and I against the world.

It all came to an end eleven years ago today.

I sat on the couch watching cartoons, I looked over at my mom as she went to go open the door revealing a police man.

I couldn't make out what he was saying. I got up and moved a little closer so I could hear what he was saying.

"you're husband has passed, I'm sorry"

I swear my heart stopped beating in that moment.

I looked at my moms face, she had disbelief and hurt written all over it.

"what? no that can't be!"

"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm going to need you to come down to the morgue to identify the body"

"but how?"

"it appears a drunk driver crashed into him on the freeway"

I ran up to my room and slammed the door.

I let out the loudest scream of my whole life.

He promised me.

He promised he would never leave me.

I cried even harder remembering that day.

My mother was there for me as I was for her, those were the times when she actually liked me, but everything would change a few years after his passing.

She didn't cry not during his funeral and not during the news but I could tell it hurt her as well.

"I promise you baby, I'm always going to be here for you"

That was the first time he ever broke one of our promises.