Pretty little liar..
That's what my father had nicknames me in my younger years.
He always said how he could never get me to behave if it was something I didn't want to do.
Even now he tells me I'm that stubborn, but even with that he always was my little cheerleader.
Since becoming a single father at only a few months old, since he'd helped me in so many ways to be the women I am.
The main thing was softball, it was my calling.
I couldn't imagine myself without it.
That was-..
Till today, I stood in shock as my coach told me to come to the bench.
The bench?
No...I was a first base men-...
I didn't deserve to be on the bench.
Sure the softball was hit hard and ended up hitting me in the side of the face, but I could still play.
She noticed I hadn't moved and called a time out before coming over to me.
Was it just me or was everyone starting to tilt?
Before I knew it I lost my footing, I heard yelling as everything went black.
Waking up to a bright light, I had to squint as I heard a deep voice say,
"Lila Reen? Is that your name? Yes, okay good. Can you tell me what day it is? Or what you did before falling unconscious?"
I opened my eyes to a gorgeous man.
Thinking, I winced as all the pain in my head finally registered.
"Fuck that hurts-"
I was shushed by who I knew was my father by the gruffness in the second man's voice.
"You may be in pain young lady, but that does not excuse you from cussing around me."
He said, if I didn't know any better I would have rolled my eyes and told him the times that were less important then this where I cussed and he had no problems.
"Quit with the attitude now. I can read you like a book. This is not something to joke about."
He then warned like I couldn't feel my head banging.
"Thanks for reminding me..."
