🌑||To the moon and back ||

Chapter two: Changes

Warnings: Abuse, rape, toxic relationships

Mahina's POV:

~Timeline: 5 years later...~

I woke up to the sounds of screaming and yelling. I guess dad is having anothe argument with Monica. His fifth girlfriend. Looks like he cheated on her. Again. She'll leave him soon enough. Mariana came to the world at the wrong time. I wish she had the chance to experience love from him, I hoped that he loved her more so that she could at least have a childhood, but he ruined everything.

Ever since mom died, things haven't been the same. Every 2 weeks, dad would try finding someone to fill up his empty hole, but he would end up messing them and manipulating them to stay, so far Monica was the clingiest of all his exes. It's been 2 years since they've been dating and she is pretty toxic and needy, not to mention she's a little younger than dad..

An alcoholic cheater and a needy and lustful kid never ends well. We either get sleepless nights or they get sleepless nights. No in-betweens. "You seriously slept with Angie!? I went away for 2 days and you already cheated!?" I heard Monica scream. "Not everything is about you Monica! I have my own needs too!" My father replied. Silence. "I'm sick of this." She finally answered, sounds like she started weeping. I heard a bunch things shifting, opening and closing. "I'm leaving you." She said after 15 minutes, slamming the door as she left. I heard father grunt and head to the kitchen. There he goes, drinking again.

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I grab my phone and check the time. It's 4:30 pm. Shoot, I have to go pick up Mari— oh right.. she's with auntie now. I sent her to spend her study years with her so that she could get the love she needs while studying. I guess that leaves me alone with him.. I should go clean the mess Monica made while leaving.

I stepped out of my room looking like a mess. Messy low ponytail, oversized shirt, shorts and dark circles underneath my eyes. I started rearranging the stuff she left, throwing away the things she broke, putting everything back in their places, washing the dishes, cleaning the floor, cleaning the bathroom and mopping the floor. I feel like a slave what the heck. Oh how I just LOVE my life. All sarcasm intended.

I was about to head back in my room until I felt someone grab my wrist, I quickly turned around (reflexes) and saw dad. He smelled really bad, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol isn't very pleasant you know.. Hopefully he just leaves me alone and doesn't lash out on me again, last time that happened, I had to get surgery paid by my grandma to hide the scars.   Not that it helped a lot.

"Oh, hey dad. What do need?" I asked, really awkwardly. "I really miss you, you and your sweet smile. Now, you barely smile at me anymore.." he answered, I don't think he heard me. Was he high or something? "What?" I asked. He sighed and was looking at me in the eyes, he looked like he was reminiscing an old memory. "I'm sorry. I couldn't keep my promise." He continued. Was he talking about the promise I made him do to still love me even if something bad happened or am I tripping? 

"I wish that brat died instead of you."

Oh. Oh no. He IS high. He sees me as mom. Shit. Shit. Shit. What do I do? I don't look that old do I.. Who am I kidding, I just have the same features as her, duh! That STILL doesn't make things better of the fact he sees me as mom. "I'm not—"

I couldn't even finish before he came closer and wrapped his arms around my waist and put his head in my neck. Oh heck no. Shut up. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no. He isn't going to— no way. "I miss touching you.." he whispered, tightening his grip on me. Shit, I'm cooked.