The Uneventful Life Of Lena

Wedding Bells and Broken Words

I was in my bathroom, plastering in a small amount of makeup. My best friend was texting me, trying to keep me up. Last night, to no surprise, we stayed up till four in the morning knowing that we had a morning shift the very next day.

I heard the door being unlocked, my guess was my father because my brother had left to work hours ago.

"Hey daughter!" he called from the living room.

Looking over, he had sat down on the couch and started texting on his phone. I had opened my eye shadow palette and started swiping it over my lids.

"Hey dad," I mumbled.

Maybe it was best that I went over to him. So, I placed my brush on the sink and walked into the living room, smiling down at him. He looked up, our eyes met. A small smile grew on his face as I stood there, feeling as if he wanted to tell me something.

"Why don't you like Carla?"

Ugh, not again.

"You know why I don't like Carla... don't expect me to start liking her." I huffed under my breath, heading back to the bathroom.

Looking at him was a burden.

I faced the mirror again, finishing up with eyeliner.

"Well... you have to start getting along with her..." he said.

I rolled my eyes, unable to listen to this bullshit again.

"Why dad?" I sighed.

"Because she's your step mother."

I looked back at myself in the mirror, watching my eyes get wide from shock. Placing the makeup brush down I walked back into the room. Good thing I had finished my makeup because I was getting the fuck out of here. My heart raced as I faced him once more, all comfortable on my couch.

"Excuse me?" I laughed.

He sat up a bit straighter, watching me closely. A smile itched at his cheeks, making me want to rip his face off.

"Yeah, we just got married a few days ago."

"Did you plan on fucking tell me?" I said steadily, knowing full well that I could blow up from anger.

He started to talk but I cut him off, unable to believe anything right now.

"You just went out and got married and couldn't tell your own daughter before hand? You think it's okay to do that? How would you feel if I got married and didn't tell you?" I barked, placing my hands on my hips.

He spoke up, "It's not like it would have made a difference."

How could he just sit there and undermine me like that?

I shook my head, and instead of saying anything more, I grabbed my bag and keys from the table in front of him and went for the door.

"I don't want to see you ever fucking again." I hissed.