His Broken Girl

01

The sound of the door downstairs brings me back to reality. Back from my dreamland.

I checked my phone only to find out the time is 11:45, so it's probably my dad that's at the door.

I cover myself pretending to be asleep about 30 seconds later. I hear my door open.

"Ciara?"

I ignore him, and then I hear a sigh and a loud thud on the floor.
"I had to work late today cause my stupid workers couldn't get a job done right. It's really frustrating......."

We do this every night. Call my name. I ignore him he sits on the floor and talks about his day.

          "I miss you, Sylvia,"

Now that's new the last time he called my mum Sylvia was at her funeral.

I turn to look at my dad to find him on the floor.
     "Dad?"
     "Baby, you're awake. I hope I didn't wake you up. You know -"
     "It's ok." Silence,"I heard everything you said..... i miss her too. "
     "Um... will you sleep with me this night?" I ask in the most babyish voice I can put up.
     "Of course, my little angel,"
   
After a moment of silence, "I love you Ciara". I hear him say.

I sigh when my eyelids start to feel heavy.
      
I murmur back, " I love you too, dad." only to be answered by his snores.

I move closer to him and drift into sleep.

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The next morning.

I was woken up by my alarm clock. I turned it off and checked the time, rubbing my eyes.

"Holy shit " it was 8 am. I rushed to the bathroom. My dad wasn't in my room anymore
      
"fuck fuck fuck" I cursed as I got dressed.
      
"Less cursing cee and get dressed," my dad yelled from downstairs.
I just roll my eyes.

I threw on a tank top and white joggers with white sneakers and combed my hair.

Girls usually fix their hair up in a bun when they are in a rush.

Well, my case is different cause I have short hair, so I just comb it and put on a beanie.

I grab my backpack at the corner of my room and stuff my hoodie into it in case it gets cold outside.

Running down the stairs, the smell of something delicious hits my nose.

       "Good morning, dad." I greeted, secretly planning on how to devour the food that has such amazing aroma
      
       "Good morning, dear."
      
The moment I reached the kitchen I felt a mixture of anger and sadness boiling inside me when I saw an unfamiliar female.

I grab a pack of crackers and an apple juice
        "Bye dad" I said eyeing the female with so much disgust in my eyes a hundred per cent sure I won't see her when I get back from school.

         "Should I drive you to school? " My dad asked.
         "No, I'll walk with Ethan" I reply in an annoyed tune and storm out of the house.

I murmur incoherent words under my breath on my way to school

"Woah. Someone's going crazy. Maybe I should call the mental home" a voice that belonged to the one and only Ethan Mike.