Housemates

A hug

Arianne.

*8 years ago*

I was coloring in the living room when I hear the sound of glass shatter. I quickly turn my head to find my very drunk father standing in the kitchen looking clueless because he dropped a vase.

That's not good.

Maybe if I sit extra still he wouldn't notice me?

"Mija,"

he saw me.

Father walks over to me and sits on the floor behind me brushing my hair behind my neck. I flinch at his cold hands.

"papa, Non mi piace quando mi tocchi"

(I don't like it when you touch me)

"E non mi piace quando parli ma non mi vedi lamentarmi?" he removes his hand from my head and onto my thigh, caressing it.

(And I don't like it when you talk but you don't see me complaining?)

"por favore papa-"

(Please)

My plea is cut short from the sound of my moms heels walking into the room.

"¿Ay Quién rompió mi jarrón?" she shouts running to where the broken glass is.

(Who broke my vase?)

"Arianne," Father lies taking his hand off my thighs.

My head turns in shock knowing my mom can't control herself when she's mad.

"¿Qué? ¡No fui yo!" I defend myself.

(What? no it wasnt me!)

Father grabs my arm tightly from under the coffee table so my mom wouldn't see, "¿Estás mintiendo, mija?" he threatens me silently.

"No" I whisper.

I brace myself as I sit through the next hour hearing my mom shout and yell at me saying the most hurtful things to me as she cleans up the glass. I make sure I keep my distance just incase but I can't take anything to heart because she's my mom and I know she loves me. She might yell, but I see the way she looks at me, she doesn't hate me Besides she also has to deal with that monster I have to call my father. I don't know why she puts up with it. All for a stupid image. My father however,

He doesn't love me like a father should.

Sometimes he tells me that I am very mature for my age and that my real father didn't care about me which is why they took me. I don't believe him. I know my real parents did care. Mom doesn't know about him though. If she gets mad over broken glass I can only imagine what she'd do if she found out about papa. 

My mom finally calms down and sits besides me and takes a deep breath.

"Hoy ha sido duro para mí, amor con la campaña y todo." She explains.

(Today has been hard for me, love with the campaign and all)

"La semana que viene tu padre y yo nos vamos de viaje de negocios así que te quedarás aquí sola, ¿entiendes?"

(Next week your father and I are going on a business trip so you will stay here alone, do you understand?)

"Ah, y luego necesitaré que vengas con nosotros a la gala cuando regresemos, será bueno para la imagen de nuestra familia." she continues.