Louise

~part one~

“LOUISE, COME DOWNSTAIRS, YOUR DAD IS HERE” my mother yelled from the kitchen. blegh. I hate that nickname and I hate my father even more. I always have and I always will. I don't know what my mother saw in him all those years ago. All he is is a rich asshole who happens to be my father and I hate myself for it everyday.

I look in my vanity next to my bed, it's a raggedy old mirror with a crack in one corner but I love it, I just wish I loved what I saw in it. I move my hands to my face and squish my cheeks around a bit before sighing deeply and heading downstairs as I grab my bag on the way out. The creaking sounds the stairs make as I take each step down are so familiar yet so distant. The old beige walls that I always hated are starting to look beautifully bland as I run my finger over one of the picture frames hanging on it. For a split second I pause and stare, I stare at my past, when I was just a simple girl who, little to my knowledge, had her whole life planned out for her sense the day I was pushed out of my poor mothers womb. I force myself to walk down the rest of the steps while looking at the floor. It feels wrong, it feels wrong doing this, and I know it is wrong but I have no choice. If I did have a choice, I would have hung myself while forcing him to watch as soon as I found out. I run my fingers through my hair in a soothing way as I begrudgingly enter the kitchen to see my dick of a father standing next to my mother with a smug grin on his face. 

“Hey momma..” I walked up to her without acknowledging the beast of a man standing next to her. “How are you doing?” I try to muster up the biggest smile I can while reaching out to hold her hand. I know for a fact that we both hate this situation but we have to pretend. We have to pretend so that he doesn't destroy her life. 

“Im good..im doing fine!..” mom answers as she glances up to penis-head, who is practically just looming over us in a threatening way. He opens his mouth to say something but I don't hear it, I can't hear anything over the sounds of my blood cells rushing throughout my body as I try not to scream, as I try not to chew him out in front of my momma, as i try my very hardest to hold in everything im thinking in the moment.. It'd be so heartbreaking for my poor mother to hear..as I snap back to reality I look back up to the monster and finally begin to register what he's saying.

“From now on, she will be living with me as we arranged..” and then he grins at me. That stupid, rich smile that he always gives me every time he decides to show up once a year. It makes my skin practically crawl off my body. My smile that I give back to him is almost one of pity, a smile to let him know that I am in fact listening to him and that I'm not having any of my “insane thoughts” as he calls them. “Are you ready to go” no, i'll never be ready to leave. “Mhm..ofcourse father…”I lied. My poor mother can't do anything but smile as her poor baby girl is taken from her by a soulless monster who would do anything he can to break our small family up until there's not even dust particles left where we used to stay. The tension in the air is palpable as my father leads me out of the house I can no longer call home, the house the little girl I used to be lived in, the house only she could ever love. But that girl is dead, that girl was murdered by the poison of money that runs the world and everyone on it. As much as I want to turn around and run into my momma's arms, I can't. I can't stand to see her right now. Not after what she's letting my father do. I know she would never do it if she had a choice but it still burns. Each step I take closer to his car feels like a punch straight to the face. If only someone would actually punch me though, then maybe my appeal to my father and his friends would go down if I was missing a tooth or three. 

Slowly the sounds of the trees blowing in the wind behind me subside as they get replaced by the revving engines and smell of gasoline as it wafts through the air, filling my nostrils with its toxins. I walk to the side of the solid black sports car in front of me, raven is what my father calls it. It's what he says he would have named me if i was a boy instead of a dissapointment. Fucking bitch. The car door opens before I can even reach out for it, of course it does. He's rich.

The interiors match the outside of the car. All black leather with matte black accents around the sides. I slide in until I'm sitting in the farthest row away from the door, my father scoots in after me and sits on the side closest to the door and farthest from me. I don't dare face him while alone. The driver starts the car and drives off, leaving my mother alone in her run down house while I drive away in this stupid black ferrari. “So Louise.. How have you been doi-”

“Don't call me that.” I snapped at him. “But it's your name? Are you really that insecure with your life? Dont be ungrateful for the name i've given you.” he laughs with that obnoxious smile. I place my hands in my lap as I squeeze my thighs together and look down. “Sorry..”  “Thank you Louise..now if you don't mind answering my question, how have you been doing?” I glance up to the window as I try to come up with a believable answer to his question. “I've been fine. I've been cooking more though.” I say through my teeth, not like he even cares though. He's just making small talk with me to try and make the car ride less awkward.. “Ahh, very good.. Your future husband will enjoy that very much. After all, a wife that can cook, is a wife that can bear and support many children..just like your mother..” I scowl at the way he speaks. “Mhm..yea..just like mom.” he continues to talk about how desirable i need to be if i want to get a good husband in the future as the driver pulls into the driveway of his mansion.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

this is still being edited so if there's any spelling error pls tell me.

also just so y'all know this was written as a joke and I'm just having fun with it :)
DO NOT TAKE ANY OF THIS SERIOUSLY