FALLING OUT OF LOVE

Oh father

I looked beautiful, my hair curled down to my back, my hazel eyes shun brighter. My dress hung above my knee, and the necklace complemented my Rossy cheeks. I put on a smile, hiding the hard ache in my chest, the throbbing pain I felt in my head, as I remembered the conversation I had with Elliot. Was I out of my mind when I agreed to his stupid plan, I wish I never agreed. But His right, it has been too long, it has been 5 years, since I saw them and my 18th birthday is in two days.
A knock interrupted my thoughts, feeling the twist in my tummy.
"Are you done, can I come in?" I gulped, trying to breath, I walked to the door, trying to chase the thoughts of my Dad. I opened the door Elliot giving me a wide grin, supposing to cheer me up.
He was dressed in a very fine tuxedo and did he look dashing. I gave him a frown, I intertwined my fingers with his, giving him a tight smile and a gentle squeeze.

So this was the plan, I'm meant to see my parents, I know the tight squeeze in my chest, makes it so hard to breath. Elliot thinks is a good idea, you know before I become 18, I should straighten things with them, his backup. I mean he forced me, 8pm-10pm, two hours, and he promises to get me a new game, that's the deal.

Road to the house was silent, the memories came rushing back and I tried my possible best not to think of it. My hands held Elliot hands tight as I remembered the weekends at home, my mind taunting me, memories of dads insults.

We stopped at the blue beautiful gate, the gate that deceived a lot of people, that it was beautiful on the inside too, I released a sigh trying to comport myself. Elliot wrapped his hands around my waist, as we walked to the door, walking too slow, even for my normal paste.

I rang the bell, my heart aching, I could hear someone footstep, gentle but quick. Elliot released my waist as the door opened and I met the harsh but confuse face of my father, but quickly he gave a smile. Such a fake smile, his always giving that smile, to hide his really ugly character. He stretched his hands out to chase, welcoming us in. "I'm Mr Hawk, Emily's father, and you are?".
"Elliot, Emily's boyfriend". He gave a warm smile in return, as my dad led us to the kitchen. I didn't feel comfortable in this house, it wasn't that I had bad times but there was just something here. I prayed quietly.

My mum came in, she looked paler and skinnier, her eyes were red but with all that she gave a smile, trying not to show how tired she was. She set some food down, Elliot held my hands under the table, I held onto it tighter. My dad glancing at us from time to time. My mum kept on going with her salad, nothing had changed, they were still the non caring parents I knew.
"Are you finally worth something?". My dad began, making me choke a little bit, his intimidating eyes bore my eyes. I won't let him get to me this time. I comported myself, dropping my fork and give a wide green. "Yes, as a matter of fact, dad, I'm going to one of the best schools, on scholarship, I do well in school and I study law hoping to follow my own dreams". I continued to eat, trying not to show how terrified I was, but I'm sure Elliot noticed because he gave me a light squeeze.
My dad nodded, clearing his throat. "so you're finally usefully, what about that asshole the last one, Chase, was it, I heard he died two years ago". He chuckled, like he remembered an old memory. "I remembered when you guys thought you were so smart and called the corps, stupid child, I did enjoy him though, I mean he was one of those soft guys, who thought people like you could ever be loved". Wasn't it 10 already, why did I even agree to this, I tried not to let the memory wash over me. "Since you're with my born by mistake daughter, I'm sure she might have told you that she had a mental illness, she's Bipolar". My dad chuckled as he saw Elliot expression, I thought he would be mad but he nodded at my dad giving a smile too. "I like you kid, you're way better than the last one, can't believe she was going to marry that one, such an asshole". Elliot chuckled, shocking me, I gave him an eye but shrugged it off and continued. I was about to talk when Elliot had received a Phone call, I could feel my heart drop to my stomach, I'm so dead. My mum nodded before she left the room, my dad stood up too coming closer. "You know you have to let go of her someday, she's dead dad, dead and gone, just like Chase and his mum and everyone we once called family". I said raising my voice a bit. I wanted to let it out because, I can't push him away no matter how I try too. He banged the tables, throwing the chair to the wall. "She was my daughter, my special daughter, you don't give me orders. She was different, best part she was not you, a mistake". I stood up trying not to show how scared I was, mostly because I was his punching bag for 8 years.