After I took a shower, dressed up and had dinner with my brothers- Eleandro was absent once again because he had too much work, which I totally respect, I'd just wished he would be with us so I would get to know him better- I went upstairs and quickly changed into a brand new comfy pyjama set. It's a pair of soft wide pants with a fictional character on, Lucas had called it hello kitty and I didn't know that, but I'd just bought it because it looked cute, and I also pick out a nude pink silk blouse, with long sleeves, since I'm not ready to look at my own damaged body all the time.
I rummage trough all the oils and night serums my brothers had forced me to pick out, and just put it all at once on my face. I have no idea in what order I have to put it on, so I just smear it out and dab it a little bit. When I'm done doing my 'skincare routine', I step away from the mirror and look at the results. My whole face is gleaming and shining, and it looks for the first time in my whole life, finally clean and maintained. I hop into my bed, but not before I take the book I had stared at too long which was a sign for my brothers to buy it for me apparently, and take it with me I bed.
I snuggle up under my soft and heavy duvet, and cuddle with a slightly damaged teddy bear that was placed in this bed before I even owned it. One eye hangs loose and there is some stuffing bulging out, but it still looks like a great first friend to me. It also has a familiar scent, and it makes me feel immediately at home.
I turn on a soft light standing on my bedside table, and start reading the book I got. After a while I'm so tired. I fall asleep with the book on my chest.
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Today it's my daddy's birthday. I know he hasn't always been the best dad I could imagine but I still want to show him how grateful I am he's present in my life. I worked the whole day, baking a delicious looking cake and making him a colorful painting, while he's out of the house. I tried to decorate the cake a bit, but I could only reach the first 2 shelves with the height of a 9 year old. However the cake isn't as decorated as I wanted it to be, it turned out pretty good, if I say so myself.
I drew my drawing with all the pens and colorful markers I could find around the house, and I made it exactly as I imagined it to be. On the left side of the painting I drew a little person which resembles me, and on the right side I drew a little person which resembles dad. I hold my left hand out on the drawing, and blow a bunch of hearts at my drawn dad. On the drawing he accepts the hearts and flashes me a grateful smile.
On top of the servet, I used as a sheet of paper, since I couldn't find any real papers, I've written "I love you daddy" with two red heart next to it. First, I wrote "I lobe you" instead of "I love you" so I had to change it what made it a bit of a mess, but it's till readable so it's fine. I'm praying daddy will like the drawing and the cake, because I spended a lot of time making them. Even though daddy never got me anything for my birthday I still wanted to give him something which he will be happy with. He has to take care of this "annoying brat" anyways like he always tells me, so he deserves something nice for this special day.
I just picked the cake out of the oven and placed it on the table, when I hear the front door open. I know daddy had told me to stay in my room all day, but I'm certain he will like this surprise more than anything. I quickly put my drawing on the table, next to the cake, and wait until daddy enters the kitchen.
He enters the kitchen and I immediately can smell the alcohol scent he carries with him. I don't like it when daddy is drunk, but it's his birthday so I get why he wants to enjoy his day.
He looks down at me and to my side where I know the cake and drawing are standing. He looks at both with a confused look.
'Yes, I finally managed to surprise him, he's so happy right now, he just hasn't figured out what I made for him yet.' I think to myself.
"I made you a cake and a drawing daddy, because you're the best dad on earth!" I smile excitedly, wanting to see the first ray of happiness on his face.
However, I frown my eyebrows when he doesn't look happy at all but rather angry.
"I thought I fucking told you to stay in your fucking room the whole day." My smile dissappears hearing his words.
He's right. Of course he's right. I should've stayed in my room like he told me, but I wanted to make him happy so bad.
"Yes, I know but I wanted to surpr-" I can't even finish my sentence because daddy suddenly gives me a slap to the face.
My unstable and tiny body can't handle the power behind his slap, and I fall to the ground. Tears start to appear in my eyes, but I try blinking then away, knowing daddy doesn't like me crying.
"Can't you do something good for once? I fucking told you to stay in your godsdamned room and you disobeyed me once again! Fucking waste of space you are."
"I'm so-" I can't finish my sentence again, because daddy kicks me in the abdominal with his heel, making me roll over. I cry out in pain, and this only seems to make him even angrier, as he kicks me with his foot, towards my flank.
At this point I just stay laying on the ground as I watch daddy pick up the cake where I worked on the whole afternoon, and throws it against the wall. I watch my cake crumble apart and I let a few tears fall, thinking about how I really thought daddy was going to be happy with it, and with how much work I've put in it
The next thing he does is pick up my drawing and rip it apart into a million pieces. I can only watch and try to hold back my tears, as the pieces descend all around me. The beautiful drawing I put so much effort in, now is laying ripped into pieces on the dirty ground.
Daddy comes leaning in close to me and he whispers in my ear:
"Don't ever disobey me again. Understood?" I quickly nod my head and he stands back in his normal position, towering over my form.
The last thing he does before walking away, is giving me a kick to the face with his foot, and the side of my face slams against the ground. My whole world start to become blurry and there appear black spots trough my vision. The last thing I see before I fall into a dark nothing, is one of the ripped pieces of the drawing where I am blowing kisses to my dad, who's now nowhere to be seen anymore.
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