Daddy's Girl

Chapter 3

My mother has just called me a selfish, heartless brat.

I came home to cold pizza.

Dad was at work, and Mother, wouldn't cook.

It was disgusting. Cold pizza. Wet and soggy.

Why couldn't we eat something else? I mean, seriously.

Have you ever heard of a filthy rich family sit down for dinner, and eat cold pizza?!?

Wait minus the family part. A hateful mom and daughter is not a family.

Of course I told this to my mother. All of it.

Well she just about exploded.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? I'VE JUST ABOUT HAD IT!"

She stood up and slammed the chair into the table.

Oh. Well.

"Well you know what? I'm just about sick of this too!"

I replied angrily.

"GODDAMN IT! Sick of it? SICK OF IT?"

Oh god her face sure could get red.

"You come home and you're always expecting something more! Why can't you just sit down and enJOY this nice dinner?!?"

Nice dinner? " This 'nice dinner', is cold, pizza! Why can't you go and cook something?"

She was quiet. But it didn't last long.

"You, had BETTER learn to appreciate this young lady! Do you KNOW how hard your father works for you? Do you know how hard I? Work for you? NO! You don't! You take all this for granted. Go off and spend a couple thousand dollars in an hour. Oh well why not? Right? WHY NOT? My daddy will just pay it all!"

I was up from my chair now too.

"What are you trying to say?! That I don't appreciate what my dad gives me? I DO!

But not you. This is a you ever do! STAND THERE AND YELL AT ME!" I was fuming. "You don't love me one bit."

I said through my teeth.

I waited. She didn't reply.

I followed her gaze over to the door, where my father was standing.

"Oh." I whispered.

He shook his head, grabbed his coat from the coat rack, and the keys, and left. Slammed the door real loud too.

I just stood there.

"YOU SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?" She pointed at me.

My nose flared.

I turned around and stomped up the stairs. I locked my self in my room and texted Iz.

I sat there, waiting for her reply, that never did come,

And fell asleep.