Rosie-Jane Mayron. The oldest daughter of Sarah and Dusty Mayron.
She has had to deal with a lot of rubbish from her Dad but he is still her Dad.
What happens when her Dad comes back only to be faced with a better and more capable father figure? Th...
Brad wasn't allowed back and Dad was actually being a parent for once. He did all the drop offs and pick up, took Meg and Dyl to all their events and playdates and everything else that comes under fatherhood. Don't get me wrong, it's good he's doing this stuff but I can tell he hates it.
The day of the dance is here and I am actually excited for it. I mean, Dad is still here.
I just got out of school and sit on the bench where I always wait to be picked up. I've been waiting for about 20 minutes. Normally, I would have just started to skate home by now but since Brad broke my hand, Mum won't let me leave the house with it in case I fall and do something else.
Hmm, there's still nobody here and almost all the other kids have gone by now. I get my phone out and try calling dad. Maybe, he just lost track of time doing chores or something. When he doesn't pick up, I call him again but he still doesn't pick up.
Ok, let's not panic. I'll text Griff. Griff and Dad have gotten close so he should know where dad is. Sending a quick text to Griff saying 'Hey. You know where dad is?'. It only takes a minute for him to answer and it is not exactly the answer I wanted.
'Sorry Ro. I ain't been able to reach your dad most the day.'
You know how I said he is actually still here, yeah, I think I jinxed myself there. I call Mum and she answers straight away.
"Hey honey. Is everything ok?" She asks in a worried tone. Suddenly, out of nowhere, all the pent up frustration and emotion of the last few months.......no years just bubble up. I expected to get angry and want to throw or punch something like I normally do, but instead, my eyes fill with tears.
"He's done it again Mum. He--he hasn't come to-to pick me up and I just text Griff and he said he's been trying to reach him all day. He left again." I somehow manage to not completely break down on the phone. Wiping away the stray tear that falls, I take a deep breath. "I should be fine getting home but you should probably get to Megan and Dylan's school before they call and bitch about late pick ups." I tell her.
"No honey, I will be there in about 15 minutes. Just stay right where you are." She says. I make a noise saying yes and hang up the phone.
Here I was, really happy Dad is being a father this time , and he did the same exact shit again. I mean, really? Did he have to do it on the exact same day as last time?
I wipe away the tears that are still threatening to fall. No way in hell am I crying over that asshole. I didn't cry last time and I won't cry this time.
I did a great job getting the family through this last time. I helped Mum. I practically raised Megan and Dylan for the first few months last time. I did it once, I will do it again.
Fuck dad. Fuck Brad. I will handle it.
—-------Time Skip—-------
We are all at home getting ready for the daddy daughter dance. I didn't want to go because I know it's just gonna be a repeat of last time. Mum was able to convince Meg and Dyl that Dad wouldn't let us down so we are now going as a family.
Another great daddy-daughter memory to add to the trauma.
The look for the dance is:
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