ELARA CHARLENE BRADLEY 18 years old. Elara is an outstanding student, she's very smart, pretty, and kind. I guess you could call her 'kind of popular', but she liked her life behind the shadow.
LUCAS LUCIANO 20 years old. Lucas is the well known hot...
Song: Daddy Issues Artist's Name: The Neighbourhood
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Elara "You okay there Elle?" I don't respond. I'm drunk. I'm veryyy drunk, In fact. But one thing I do know is.. I'm very.. emotional when I'm drunk.
And I tend to think about all my problems. Including my past father figure.
Our family is a topic I think about a lot, when I'm drunk. I kinda seem.. out of place in our family.
I don't even know why I'm thinking about him. He screwed up. He left us. He hurted us. He abandoned us.
A tear manages to escape from my eye. I quickly wipe it off. I didn't want anyone, to know that I'm crying right now.
I know that they would all pity me. And I don't like being pitied. —It makes me feel like I'm a helpless child.
"Hey, dad!" I snap my head, to see Natalia talking with her father. "Yeah, everything's fine here. Don't worry so much, anyways I love you so much bye!!"
Tears roll down my eyes, as I listened to their conversation. At least Natalia had a perfect family.
—A perfect dad.
He was always there for her. That's actually the reason why I missed most of my important events.
Mom was always busy with work then, and the bastard also refused to take me to my graduation, my awardings, my proms, and balls.
I close my eyes, leaning my head on the window. If only, if only I had a good dad, maybe life would've been easy, maybe it would have been bearable at least.
A few more tears roll out from my eyes, until we finally reached my house. I get out, not saying a word to them, and quickly heading inside.
No one was there, I guess they were already asleep. I head up to my room, locking my door.
I then slide down it, tears rolling from my eyes. I breakdown, burying my face into my hands.
It was all his fault. He's an asshole. He's a bastard to you and Ethan. He's a bastard to mom.
I cry even more, at the thought of all the things he did to me, and Ethan. I bang my fist on the hard wooden floor.
I just wish I had a dad to let out all my emotions to. I wish I could've had someone to open up to.
I wish I could've had someone who understands me, and who loves me for who I am, and will never judge me.
