can't get over you (wlw)

chapter 5

At around 8 pm, as I lay on my bed playing some random games. when suddenly, I got a notification from her.
My heart quickened its pace. After two minutes of deep breaths and attempts to steady my trembling hand, I finally mustered the courage to open the notification.

"Hey, it's Val. Just a friendly reminder about our plans for the weekend. Seems like you have a tendency to forget things pretty quickly 😆" I smiled reading her text.

As I scrolled down, I noticed that she had sent me something else as well.

"Oh, and I also texted Jersey to see if he'd like to come. Hehe, I might have bombarded him with messages a bit. But I'm eagerly awaiting his reply, and I'll let you know as soon as he responds." I read.

"Hahaha, hey Val, no worries, I won't forget. And sure, keep me posted on what he says." I texted her back.

After re-reading the conversation, I set my phone aside, gazed at the ceiling for a moment, then got up from my bed and made my way to the kitchen.

My father was in the kitchen, placing the groceries he had just bought into the fridge.

He turned around to look at me after hearing that I had walked into the kitchen.

He locked eyes with me, and in response, I returned his gaze. As he raised his eyebrow, he spoke in an irritated tone, "Where's your greeting? Must I remind you of basic manners?"

I furrowed my brow in irritation, choosing to remain silent. He then remarked, "Why are you staring like an animal instead of responding? Did the cat get your tongue?"

"I'd appreciate it if you left me alone; I have no interest in dealing with you," I stated angrily, striding past him to fetch some water.

"Alright, I get it. So now you're spouting crap at me, huh? Well, just wait until you need something from me; I'll gladly throw it back in your face. Looks like you're aiming to make this situation even more challenging. Well, the ball's in your court," he chuckled sarcastically, clearly aiming to irritate me.

" Whatever." I muttered, heading back to my room. Honestly, I was freaking out. If he's really done with me and reaches his limit, he could seriously mess up my life.Because I know I'll need his help navigating life, I can't mess things up so bad that he ends up hating me to the point where he won't even want to deal with me anymore.

I slumped onto my bed, letting out a heavy sigh, feeling completely lost about what to do with my life.

I just let the tears flow. Maybe it seemed dramatic, but I didn't care. It felt better to release the pain than to bottle it up and let it consume me.

I hate it. I'm the type to tear up when I'm angry, and most folks just don't get it. They think you're weak, like my father. They don't understand the pent-up frustration you're dealing with, and sometimes, all you can do is let it out through tears.

Otherwise, I'd feel like smashing everything in sight just to let out all the frustration and pain. Not gonna lie, I've even thought about hurting myself at times.

After taking a moment to calm down, I made the choice to hit the hay and push my problems aside for a while. Sleep was my go-to escape, so I ended up snoozing for longer than I should have. Waking up late for school, I just wasn't feeling up to it, so I decided to skip the day.

I let my mom know I wasn't going, and she hit me with a barrage of questions, saying I shouldn't skip class for no good reason and all that jazz. Luckily, my dad wasn't around, so I didn't have to deal with him right off the bat in the morning.

I grabbed some breakfast and lounged in the living room, flipping through channels. "You really need to watch yourself around your dad. You know how he is. Don't make life harder for yourself," my mom lectured. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I replied, "Seriously, why are you acting like it's all on me?"

"Sadaf, just try to behave differently and adjust your attitude. If you change, he might too. He really craves that respect," my mom advised.

"Don't call me that!" I snapped in annoyance.
"Stop fooling yourself! I've tried to respect him, but he just doesn't want it. If he did, he wouldn't go off on me like some piece of garbage for no reason!" I raised my voice a bit, feeling increasingly frustrated.

"Enough! Look at how messed up you're getting, raising your voice at me like this! You seriously need some help. I'm talking to you calmly, and you can't talk to me like that, do you understand?" My mom reprimanded.

I fell into silence, feeling like crap and guilty for raising my voice at my mom. I know she's worried and just trying to help, but I can't seem to control my emotions, and they just burst out in anger. Standing up, I head to my room.
"Hey, I'm talking to you! Get back here!" she yells after me.
Ignoring her, knowing I'm about to blow up, I slam my door shut.
"Sadaf, get back here. I'm not done talking to you!" I hear her scream. I drown out her voice with some loud music, cranking up the volume.