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*Maisy's pov*

Everything was going by so fast.

Driving along beach road was a blur of colours and emotions.

The street lights were nothing but fireflies struggling to keep up with the car and the sky remained the same.

It was an usual cold spring evening, the clouds covered the sky in light grey as a gentle breeze swayed the freshly grown leaves of melbourne.

Melbourne was beautiful, of course, it had been voted most liveable city countless times.

But liveable wasn't comfortable.

And in Melbourne I couldn't breathe.

As we'll as being my home, Melbourne was also the home of my troubles, my guilt, my demons.

My dad died last year after battling lung cancer for 8 years.

I remember him telling me.

*flashback*

"Hey daisy I know your doing homework but I need to talk to you"

I froze at the sound of his voice and instantly clicked my phone shut and frantically opened my exercise book.

"Okay"

I spin my chair around as he walks in to my room and taking a seat on my bed patting the spot next to him.

Damn, I was in the middle of a really good kik conversation.

I sigh, making my way to the spot offered by him grabbing my pillow to avoid me looking in to his eyes.

I missed the opportunity of growing up with my dad so in a way I never really knew him. He was kind of just a guy I called my dad.

There was no subtlety, just an extremely slow recount of how he had trouble going to the doctor that day.

"I guess I have lung cancer"

My body froze as the words were spoken.

And the worst part was that I couldn't look at him.

Not even in this vulnerable moment could I look at him.

The words were etched in to my heart as the tears continued to roll down.

"Why are you crying?"

Was this man crazy?

You tell your daughter you're going to die and expect her to not shed a single tear?

I could feel his gaze digging in to me, it urged for mine too, but I just couldn't do it.

I couldn't look my own dad in the eye.

The only thing I managed to do was let tears fall one after the other, soaking my pillow in sadness.

All I did was cry in to my pillow whilst the man who was dying rubbed my back.

Even though I already knew he had cancer.

An enormous addiction to cigarettes and alcohol had to result in something.

And my mum told me 4 weeks before but said she didn't believe him and that he only wanted her sympathy.

We'll mum, you can kiss my ass.

*flashback ends*

The sun was slowly setting over us as the day was coming to an end.

In 2 hours I would run away from whatever kind of home this was

Run away from these demons of mine.

My dad.

My mum.

Brent...

"Stop the car"

"What? Why?"

"Just stop it, please, clinton"

Before my brother could even put the car on neutral I pushed the car door open and ran out.

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Idk if I like this chapter tbh, lemme know if it was just relevant lol and if think I'm going to rename the chapters I'm not sure let me know.

Love D