Ehh..Love

Ch. 1

Aiyla's POV:

Today is the day I've been dreading all year long. Valentines Day, the day for love, sex, and emotions. Personally, the idea of celebrating "love" sickens me. I mean I get it but like why? Love has never been and will never be important to me. I just don't understand the whole concept. 18 years of age as of 3 days ago and I still haven't began to understand it or crave it. A pointless emotion if you ask me. I thought I experienced it once but I was so wrong.

"Sooooo Aiyla you have any special plans tonight?" My dad asks me while he fixes us breakfast.

"Nope." I say and plop down in one of the chairs at our long empty table.

"Why not? No one asked you out?" He asks while looking at me.

"Dad you know I don't celebrate stuff like that nor do I have any interest in men." I say to him smartly.

"Baby girl you're 18 now. I think you should at least try to find a decent guy to date." He says to me with a sigh.

He's worried that I'll end up alone or something like that. He's over protective like most fathers and he thinks I'm not letting him fulfill his duties as a dad.

"Aren't you supposed to be telling me not to fall for any boys?" I say to him with a smirk and he laughs a little.

"Yes I am, but you give me no opportunities to play that overprotective dad role and it's bringing me down." He says and this time I laugh.

Told you...

"Maybe one day." I say with a smile.

Not likely. Been there, never going back.

"You're mother called and asked me why you didn't answer the phone for her last night." My dad says changing the subject and fixing me a plate.

"She didn't care when I was little and I don't care now." I say simply

My relationship with my mother is very strained. She's not a bad person. She just left me with my dad and had no intentions of being a mother. She had me when she was 15 and my dad was 16. Soon after she had me she ran away from home, left me with my grandparents and then like 2 years later I started living with my dad. My grandparents just kept me until my dad graduated. I've always known my mother. She ran away but she would always come back. She definitely loves me and I love her but we just aren't close and we probably never will be.

"Aiyla." My dad says and shakes his head.

"I'll call her tonight." I say while eating my breakfast.

"Good, now hurry up before you're late to school and I'm late to work." He says while eating his own breakfast.

My dad owns and operates 2 corner stores that his dad passed down to him. I work there sometimes if I'm in need of money. We do well in the money department. My grandma on my dads side is a dentist and my grandpa owns several and manages a couple grocery stores.

"I'm going, I'm going." I say while eating.

"Good. Pick up some dinner on your way home. I have a date tonight so I'll be back later than usual." My dad says with a smile on his face.

See my dad is only 34 so he still likes to play the field when it comes to women. Another big reason why I don't believe in love. My dad never gets too close to any woman and he doesn't say it but I know it's because of my mother. She broke his heart.

"Of course you do." I say with a chuckle and then rush upstairs to brush my teeth and get ready for school.

I don't have a first period class so I have to be at school by 10. It's only 8:30 now and I live maybe 15 minutes away from school.