When I glanced downward, the sight of my father, inexplicably present, caused a shiver to course through me. Weeks, perhaps even months, had passed since I last saw him. His sudden appearance was jarring, an anomaly that seemed out of place.
I descended the stairs, eager to find solace in the presence of my girlfriend, Alex. She was a beacon in the stormy sea of my life, a shining light amidst my struggles. As soon as our eyes met, her lips found mine in a kiss that spoke of unspoken promises.
"Babe! Not here! You know we'll get in trouble if we get caught!" I murmured urgently, my voice barely a whisper.
She looked at me with a serene smile, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, how I wish it were easy to ignore those luscious lips, my dear." Her words made me blush, stirring emotions I could hardly contain.
As we clasped hands and made our way to class, the world seemed to dissolve into the warmth of her presence. Our shared lunches, our mutual support—these were the anchors that held us steady amidst the turbulence of our studies. By the time I had a chance to speak with her about my father's unexpected visit, the memory had faded into the haze of an ordinary day.
It wasn't until I was walking home that the encounter resurfaced with jarring clarity.
Upon reaching home, I fumbled with the keys and pushed open the door. There he was—my father, a specter of disappointment standing in the doorway.
I plastered a forced smile on my face. "What are you doing here, Dad? Have you been waiting for me long?" His response, as cold and unfeeling as ever, cut through the pretense.
"No, I just arrived. I was waiting for you. How is your studying going?"
"It's not that bad, Dad. I'm working hard!" I answered, trying to sound more confident than I felt.His eyes narrowed, piercing through my facade. "Maybe not hard enough!" His voice was a knife, sharp and unforgiving.
Without warning, a stinging pain flared across my cheek—a slap. I barely had time to process it before he seized my hair and thrust my report card in front of my face.
"What is this?" he bellowed.
"It's m-my report card," I stammered, my voice trembling. "I did w-w-well."
"Not enough! Not enough! Not enough! NOT ENOUGH!" His rage was unrelenting, each word punctuated by another harsh slap. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision.
He jerked my face upward, his expression twisted with disgust. This was not new, but it never got easier. He held the report card close, forcing me to confront my perceived failures.
"How much did you get here?" he demanded, his finger jabbing at the marks sheet. "HOW MUCH?!?"
"A-a 'D', Dad..." I mumbled, the words barely escaping my lips.
"You have disappointed me!" His voice was a thunderclap of anger. "You said you worked hard for this and yet you couldn't manage a single 'A'?!" His voice rose to a crescendo of fury.
I wasn't a brilliant student, but I had poured my heart into my work. Yet, it never seemed to be enough. "I'm sorry, Dad... I'll do better next time..." I replied, my voice cold and hollow.
"Next time! Next time! NEXT TIME!" His words echoed through the house. "You said that last time too! Such a disgrace!" He hurled the report card at me before storming out the door.
Mom stood at the top of the stairs, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and resignation. Her silent witness to the scene was a wound that cut deeper than any words.
I retreated to my room, locking the door behind me. The sadness enveloped me like a shroud. As night fell, I sank onto the couch, headphones in place, the familiar playlist a solace amidst the turmoil. Tears flowed freely as I sobbed into the darkness.
Why me? Why always me? Why not someone else? Why me? Why me? WHY ME?!?!?
The turmoil within me was a storm of unanswered questions. Grasping my diary, I began to write, each word a cry for escape. "If only I never existed, if only my parents were free of me, if only there were a better place!" I wrote, my hand trembling with the weight of my despair.
By the time I finished, exhaustion overtook me, and I fell asleep on the couch, unaware that this night would be the beginning of an unraveling that would turn my world upside down.
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Novela JuvenilIt's my story. The life I wanted, the problems I wished where it took me in my thoughts. It's my story full of drama and with just tons and tons of plot twists. The rest is mystery. Read to find out!
