My life is A lie

My life is A lie: Five

I woke up in my room on my bed. When did I come home?

I didn't remember anything. I only remembered that I went to a forest with Liam and then.. I don't know.

I looked at the clock, 8AM??

I opened the door and went to the kitchen, put a piece of bread in my mouth and put on my shoes. I walked out of the house, locked the door and sprinted off as I tied my hair. The school wasn't so far away but it felt like it took longer today even though I was running instead of walking like a sloth at 5AM when school starts at 7AM.

I went to the gate but it was locked. "What are you doing here?" I heard someone say from behind me. I turned to see Mrs. Browns.

"What?"

"It's Saturday." She said and licked her lips. Bruh.

I sighed heavily and brushed my hand down my face roughly. She stepped closer to me, "I can drop you off."

"No it's okay I can walk."

She placed a hand on my shoulder, "I insist."

"Sorry no I'm going somewhere else." I lied and turned to walk away.

I unlocked the door and walked into my room, dropping my backpack on the ground. I jumped on the bed flat on my stomach, completely exhausted.

The doorbell rang and then I groggily walked to the door and opened it to see Brianna. "What are you doing here again?"

"Listen, we need to talk." She said and shoved me aside to get in. I grabbed her wrist, "Woah, who's house do you think this is?"

"Your dad's, not yours."

"You think-"

"Leah let's just go to your room because this is something that you should know." She said and closed the main door, grabbed my hand and dragged me to my room.

She closed the door behind her and sat down on my bed, burying her face in her hands. "I don't want to talk to you." I said and opened the door, "Get out."

"This is serious." She said.

"I'm very serious too, you slut."

Her face applied a sorrowful expression, "Is it about what you saw at your front porch?"

I didn't say anything and just stared into her eyes. She already knew the answer.

She stood up and closed the door, "That's what I'm here to talk about."

Now I was very eager to hear what she has to say and sat down on the bed, "Go ahead."

She pulled out the chair from my studying desk and sat on it. "Well," She buried her face in her hands and then put her chin up again, "Your dad."

"My dad?"

"He.." Silence hummed for a few seconds, "Is he a pedophile?"

"What?"

She sucked in her lips to a thin line. "He uh.."

Now I'm getting concerned. I already was since I last saw them together.

"Tell me."

"That time on your front porch," She began. "He said he wants to talk and took me outside."

"Then?"

"He pinned me against the wall and wh-whispered in my ear, 'You don't hang n-nowhere around L-leah.'"

I was flabbergasted. "W-What?"

"Then he grabbed m-my right hip when you flung open the door." She said and ran a hand through her hair.

Dad is being.. very very suspicious. I feel like calling the cops on him myself.

"But what made you think he's a pedo?" I said and rested my elbows on my knees.

"Well, I was at the local park reading a novel at 6AM."

"Yeah?"

"I saw him staring at me beside the swings in sunglasses." A tear slipped down her cheek.

What the fuck?

"When he saw me noticing him, he walked towards me and grabbed my wrist." She bit her lip. "He pulled me up on my toes and put a tight grip on my left hip and a hand on my back."

I knew something was going on.

"Then?" I asked and leaned in, putting a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

"No one was at the park so he got alone time with me. He tucked my hair behind my ear and whispered in my ear, "I told you not to be even this close around my house."

She took a deep breathe and continued, "His hand on my back moved to my neck and he leaned his face so close to mine that our noses touched."

Poor her. His breathe smells so bad like goddamn bro.

Another deep breathe, "I apologized nervously but then he sniffed my neck and I started trembling as fuck."

She was practically bawling right now.

"He said I'm kinda hot and started cat talking me."

What the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.

I'm even more traumatized now.

"He brushed his cheek against mine and then he uh, he l-licked my earshe-"

I stood up in a flash, startling her, "Stop, I don't believe you!" I said and gripped my hair tightly in frustration.

"I-Im sorry." She said in a mournful voice and got up to leave. I wanted to stop her, but I ended up letting her go.

I laid down on my bed and thought about what just happened. So the whole time she didn't scream or try to run?

I'm not trynna be that girl but, dad is a handsome man. Could be that she enjoyed it- No what am I saying?

She looked terrified while explaining the situation. But why would dad do that? Is he isolating me? From the world?