Chapter 7: Reality or fantasy

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Drowned in thoughts,she enters her house hearing laughters from the twins and some other people.

   As she enters she sees her parents with lots of stuffs that were definitely for the twins and someone else- a man. They probably picked up the twins from school. Just as she was about excluding herself from the jumpy potion.

“Hey!” Her dad calls with an errie smirk on his face.

“You were just about leaving us without a hug or anything, even if you hadn't seen us in a while.” He adds, faking in front of the man that sat.

“Come on who caused that." She says in the most polite way ever as she came closer.

“Talking back now I see." He raised a brow.

“No matter how hard I try I don't think I'm ever going to have a right attitude,I'm a teen.” She expresses herself.

Her father mischievously smiles and sits down  snapping his fingers for the man sitting to leave.

He then slurps the tea in front of him.

“Your academics aren't doing fine,you're becoming poor,your teacher sent me some reports on how you've been doing lately, some new guy is taking over so easily, and I see you now have a car. You think you deserve it?!” He yells banging his hands in the table. Which makes her flinch.

“If you aren't top, then you're last, second place is the first place for losers, don't you get it?, I worked hard to be where I am today. And you're so ungrateful heading out with boys.”

She didn't move an inch without releasing any words from her mouth, what was a lie  was a lie,her dad didn't seem to understand.

Boys?

He talked about boys? 

He has no proof for that.

“Don’t you think you know too much already. Too much wrong ideologies?, Nothing is better sometimes,let's just let things go, let me let  go of the strong hate i have for you. I'm not the perfect daughter cause perfect isn’t real, and I can never be who you want me to be,its not always the way  you want it, my consistentcy beats talent, you're grateful I still focus on my books. Please this isn't easy.” A tear dropped down her face, then two,then another,then more and more remembering the fact her father was always deep in his reputation not thinking of them,and knowing he'd regret it.

“How dare you,You foul loathsome evil little cockroach of a child!” Her father shouts standing up from his sit placement.

As the trio that sat down gasped.

  

She could remember her good times.

But hatred for her started when she became 10..

“Mom I need my eyes checked, everything is getting blurry.” Her ten years old self says.

“Aww baby…,i’ll see what I can do” her mom says

“You would no such thing.” Her dad objects and looks over to his daughter sighing loudly.

“You don't need glasses,stop complaining,I don't want my clients seeing a daughter I have with four eyes that would be considered gotten from unhealthy genes.”

“Your love is gone.” She starts crying immensely,she couldn't breathe any more,she hated being shouted at,who cares if the twins saw that she's been caging things up for so long. Her father doesn’t deserve a beautiful soul like her.

“You weak little accident, you're crying?,now look.” He says bringing out his phone showing her photos of her and Xavier hugging,and their song together,and the time he got closer to her in that empty class.

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