A Twisted Love Story

[Chapter 4]

I arrive home when dad goes, "Where the hell have you been?"

I ignore his question and continue walking.

"Answer me," He suddenly speaks.

"Why the fuck do you even care?" I turn to him.

"Just tell me." He breathes.

"Coffee shop." I walk to my room and slam the door.

God, I'm tired of life. He never cares about me. Why does he care about me now? I throw myself on the bed close my eyes for a while.

~Flashback~

James chased me all around the park. We were 15. Still best friends.

"Give me back my cookie!" He shouted.

I laughed and ran even faster. I look back and he was breathing heavily. I stopped running and walked to him.

"You okay?" I asked, patting his back.

He stood up and took the cookie from my hand.

"Hey!" I shouted then he ate it.

"You cheated," I whimpered.

"Aw, I'm sorry." James hugged me.

"On one condition. Buy me a cup of hot chocolate." I said, looking at him.

"Sure," He smiled and grabbed my wrist.

"Come on." He continued then we walk to the coffee shop.

~Flashback~

I open my eyes when I hear someone calling me. It's mom. I walk out of my room and walk downstairs.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Want to have dinner?" Mom offers.

"With dad? No thanks." I breathe and walk back upstairs.

I shut the door and walk to the shelves on the wall. It's full of books. Old ones, new ones. I spot one album of pictures. I take it out and it's kinda dusty. I take a piece of tissue and wipe off the dust. It says 'James & Kaitlyn'. I open it and it's full of pictures of me and James. I sit on the floor, admiring all of the pictures.

James was so cute and cuddly. I was small and shorter than him. I found a picture where James was wearing a tuxedo and I was in a small wedding dress. We used to do that when we were little. I wonder if he still remembers them. I found another one. We were kissing. That was when we were 13 years old. We shared our first kiss together. I bet James forgot about that.

I close the album back and lay on my bed back when James calls me.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"Logan wants to talk to you,"

"Uhm, okay."

"Hi!"

"Hey."

"I just want to say goodnight."

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Bye!"

I hang up and look at the ceiling. That was really weird. Why did he call me on James' phone and say goodnight only? Oh, wait. He doesn't have my phone number. I laugh at the thought of Logan and go straight to bed.

The next morning , I wake up and search for mom. Found her in the kitchen, cooking.

"Mom, can you take me to the mall?" I ask, smiling.

"Why? Searching for the outfit for the concert?"

"Yep," I breathe.

"Sure but eat your breakfast first."

"Okay."

I sit down and eat my breakfast. Then, dad steps into the kitchen and takes a seat next to me. Are you fucking kidding me? Now I don't feel like eating. But, I have to. I start eating slowly when,

"You know, you're getting fat. Don't eat too much or else nobody wants you." Dad suddenly speaks.

He called me fat. I look down in my bowl of cereal. I take a deep breath and, "No, I'm not."

"You are. Ask your mom,"

"You're the worst dad ever," I whisper softly.

I finish my breakfast quickly then take a bath. After that, I put on my clothes and wait for mom to get ready. I get a text from an unknown number.

'Hey, it's me, Logan. I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out with me at the park.' Guess James gave him my number.

'Sure. See you at 4 pm?'

'Okay.'

I slide my phone in my pocket then mom grabs the car keys and drives us to the mall.