If Only You Knew

Misunderstood

Aniyah's POV

"You sure youn want me to go?" Zay questioned as he watched me spray my perfume and slip into my snow boots.

"No, I should be fine." I sighed.

I jogged over to where he stood in the living room, pecking his lips a few times before quickly exiting our home.

Climbing into my BMW, I swiftly started the car and backed out of the driveway, getting ready for this long drive to my parents' house.

My mom called asking if we could all talk, meaning my father would be in attendance. I haven't spoken to either of them in months and though I'm cordial with my mother, my dad was another story.

Since I got exposed and my relationship was no longer a secret, he hasn't let me forget his disappointment in me. I was no longer his little girl, but rather his failure. It hurt not being able to talk to my daddy, but I knew I did nothing wrong. He can't accept my relationship and that's fine, but I can't not be happy just because he doesn't approve.

Pulling into the long cobblestone driveway, I felt my heart skip a beat. I had a bad feeling about this but I didn't understand why, I knew exactly what they were gonna say.

"Hello, princess!" My mother greeted me with an overwhelming energy.

As she hugged me tight I smelled her Valentino perfume and almost fell in love.

"Which scent is that?" I asked pulling away so she could close the door.

"Born in Roma." She sang with a huge smile on her face.

"Come, we've been waiting for you." She clasped her hands together and danced into the dining room.

As I entered the beautiful open space I saw my father's face. He looked pale, drained of any emotions as he drank from his glass filled with dark liquid, alcohol I'm assuming.

"Hey, Dad." I spoke softly as I took a seat closer to my mother at the other end of the long table.

"Aniyah." He grumbled.

My shoulders slumped as the pain crept in. Here I was at least trying to be nice to him but he was too busy holding on to these dumb ass feelings.

"Why am I here?" I spoke up no longer interested in whatever he had to say.

"We wanted to catch up and see how you've been." My mom spoke.

Before I could respond I heard the oven sing and watched my mom jump out of her seat and run into the kitchen. The awkward silence took over the room once again as I tried to look everywhere but my dad's face. Maybe I should've invited Zay after all.

"Where's that boyfriend of yours?"

I damn near jumped out of my skin hearing his deep voice invade my eardrums. After clearing my dry throat, I tried to put on my best poker face as I responded.

"He's at home."

"Home?" He scoffed. "You actually moved in with that piece of shit!?"

"Duke!" My mother scolded as she skated back into the room.

"Excuse your father, he still doesn't know how to feel about your friend." She spoke with a small grin as she placed the pan of cornbread down on the table.

"It seems like you don't either, what did I tell you about calling him my friend?"

"Watch yourself, girl!" My dad spoke with more base in his voice as he pointed his finger at me from across the table.