We were silent as we walk to Dustin's place. I'm pretty sure he has a lot to process. For instance, why he never knew about my dad , what's my relationship with Kiara, or most likely why didn't I ever about Kiara. Me and Kiara don't specifically know each other.
The first time I met her was when my dad was drunk and he dragged me to this sorrow looking apartmentvthat had seen better days. There wasn't even lights on. It was out of the blue that he dragged me here. Its already bad that he drived while being fuddle at the moment.
Nontheles dragging me up the stair harshly but lazily like I was a really useless luggage.
The narrow corridors of the apartment was so narrow that made me felt claustrophobic. It felt like everytime my leg made contact with the cold walls of the building, bugs or mold will stick onto my body and dominate my skin like it's its kingdom.
He throw me in front of a really rusty iron gate, hitting my face on it. The rough surface left dusty rust and minor scratches on my face. I was at the verge of crying , no man could hold on the fact that their dad throws them like trash. I sometime wonder why he didn't throw me like that when i was born, I could be dead or be in an orphanage. It could be better.
He called out "Kiara! Come out here!". My tears ran down my face like the first drop of rain and continued with light rain. I never thought he would ever cheat on my mom.
She could be his second wife without my mom knowing. The cruelest thing a man could do to a woman. Then, came a girl about my age, brunette wearing a nightdress.
I turned to my dad in disbelief. The girl is much younger than him, how could he, pedophile. He was kneeling next to me, he stench like the alcohol from top to toe. He grabbed onto my jaw, clenching his teeth "why are you crying?!?!" He pushed my head away so harshly that it felt like a slap.
He pointed to the girl in the night dress. "That girl hahahah....that girl.....bahhahahh is BETTER than you" he spitted out. I closed my eyes as i realise my assumption was wrong.
He wasn't replacing my mom, he was replacing me. It hurt so much. I didn't know he hated me that much.
"So....." Dustin started, snapping me out of my memories. "You've known her for a long time?" I nod softly without turning to him. "Then, why didn't you help her from the start?" I stopped on my track, furrowing my brow at the ground. "Is it always about her to you?"
He turned around and gave me a confused look "are you jealous?" He simply mutter. Why would i be jealous? He is just being incredibly unfair and stupid.
He never realise the cut and bruises that i had from that dickhead. We have been friends for so long and he never even once realise my pain and scars at least. Suddenly this girl that he is obsessed with suddenly tries to jump and all his attention is on her.
"You hopeless asshole! You don't even care about me do you?" I looked at him exhaustedly. "I'm just asking why didn't you help her" he tilted his head. "You are not as hurt as her" he said jokingly, my heart dropped.
"I did more than helping, okay" I clenched my hand into a fist. "You just don't know about it" . towards him.
"Tell me then" he darted his eyes me as if he was double dare me to say it. You know a guy's weakness is a dare. Its the only way to force us to do things we've never shown to anybody. An opportunity.
I took a deep breath as if the things I'm about to say has been sunk into the bottom of my heart to be forgotten but never did. "Sometimes.....when Kiara isnt beaten up...." I sighed. The surroundings fade away "that an asshole of a dad will come to me and....my mom!". I screamed, snapping myself out of the painful remembrance.
"My mom..." My eyes widen. I push Dustin away who was in my way, running away. He was screaming my name but nothing else matter at that moment. I need to be with my mom. The last time I saw her this morning, she could bearly stand because of a cold.
I jumped over the fence, not wanting my mom to wake her sick self up unless that douche bag came first. I opened the door to my house, widening as if i wasn't expecting this.
❤AUTHOR'S NOTE.
•Oh wow! This is my update after 2 months hahaahhah. Yay for this updateヾ(･ω･*)ﾉ.
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