"What is it that you want from me? Huh?" He spat, raising his voice. There was a vein in his neck and he was turning red. I've never seen him this upset, I must've really hit a nerve.
His lips were tight but they were so juicy and kissable. "I want...
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Zariah
Something's off with my dad. He's been locked up in his room for two days straight and I haven't seen nor heard from him since then.
It's unlike him to do this. Usually he's in the living room drinking himself into oblivion or talking to me about the last football game being played.
I tried to knock on his door multiple times but each time he'll ignore me. At first, I figured he was asleep and had a long day at work but now I'm sure something is wrong.
My dad isn't like your normal father. He has some issues but so do I. He tells me that he loves me all the time, and he does show affection. If I tried to hug him, he would allow me to until he got uncomfortable. But he doesn't cry and he doesn't smile either. He's either angry or quiet— never in between. And he drinks himself into oblivion every chance he gets.
I learned to live with it, you know? He's the only parent I have in my life and the only person as well. I don't have friends and I've only had a few boyfriends and that was in high school. My dad fucked that up for me the minute he went to jail for robbery, theft, assault and battery. This town doesn't care too much about him which means they don't care about me.
If I was to go missing, no one would notice.
I use my time taking care of him and myself. I cook, I clean, I do laundry and sometimes I work jobs to help him pay the bills when he says he short.
At the age of twenty one, I should be spending the summer hanging out with friends or going out of town to different states but my life isn't that good.
Like I said, I learned to live with it. It doesn't phase me as much as it used to and I'm okay now.
"Zariah!" My dad calls for me from his bedroom.
I hop from my seat on the couch and run up the stairs. "Yes?" I say once I'm at his door.
"Come here for a sec."
"Okay." I turned his doorknob surprised to see that it's finally unlocked. I opened the door and stood in the doorway. I waited for him to tell me what he wanted.
He sat on the edge of his bed while twirling a necklace in his hands. His face was sullen and saddened. An unusual look for him. I zoomed in on the necklace in his hands and that's when I realized what it was.
My mom's necklace.
It's a pendants shaped into a heart. It's a picture of her, my dad and I posing in matching onesies for Christmas. I was only a toddler then and a month later, she passed away from suicide. No one knows why and my dad says it was because she was dealing with mental issues but deep inside I know it was something else. I just never got around to finding out.
I didn't know her much and my memories of her are vague but present. I remembered her silky, dark hair that she kept into a bob and her brown eyes that looked to be hazel in the light. Dad used to tell me stories about her all the time. How she'd have the temper of a lion the heart of gold. How she would try to cook something and prefer takeout after burning the food. How they used to sit up until four am watching horror movies and she would shout at the victims for not running fast enough.
When I was eight, he told me that he wasn't my real father and that he met my mom when she was pregnant by me. I never let that get to me. My dad is the man who's been in my life since birth. Blood or not.
"Dad?" I said cautiously as I took a step forward. "Are you okay?"
"Do you know what today is?" He asked in a hushed tone. His eyes remained on the necklace and he didn't move an inch.
"No?"
He scoffed with a slight head shake. "It's her birthday. She would've been fifty-two."
"Oh." I said in a whisper. Now I felt bad. I should've remembered that. "Is that why you've been locked up in here for days? That's not healthy dad."
"Healthy?" He laughs dryly and glances at me. That's when I saw the glossiness in his eyes. He was drunk. " I've stopped caring about my wealth eighteen years ago, Zariah."
"Dad-"
"I have to tell you something and I need you to be calm about it." He says suddenly, cutting me off. I nodded my head, letting him continue. "Come here. Sit down."
I do as I was told and moved to sit beside him on the bed. I tuck my hands in between my thighs and he lets out a sigh. "Do you remember when I came home and I said that one day you'll have to be on your own for good?"
"Yes."
"Today's that day."
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