Daddy's Girl

Ten Years Later

Author's Note: So... Yeah. We're finally at the point where the story starts to get interesting...
This chapter will be written from Terri's point of view.

So. Imagine this: You live in a huge house with a drug addicted, alcoholic, botox filled Witch for a Mother; you have one friend- Mia Baker- a crazy girly-girl type with a huge family but hardly any money to keep them all properly fed, who would risk her own life and everything she owned to save yours; you go to some school which- overall- wouldn't be too bad if there weren't so many self-centered, stuck-up, arrogant, two-faced (though both sides are as fake as Hell) asses; your Dad died ten years ago, no warning, no reason, nothing.

Well, that's been my life for ten years. Ten, long years of pure Hell. There's absolutely no way out. All I can do is stay, suffer, live in this horror. Live having my Mum come home- that is, if she even comes home- drunk and drugged up out of her mind, cussing and lashing out at me; live having my Best- and only- Friend suffering with hardly any money; live knowing my Dad is gone. But not know how, nor why...

Anyway, back to the story.

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I stumbled over a bunch of old toys that had decided to escape from their place in the corner of the room.
"Oh for God's sake!" I say, picking them up and putting them back in the cardboard box labelled "Toys".

"TERRI!" The Witch shrieked from downstairs. She must have heard me trip, though the house is pretty much sound proof.
I cringed a little. Her shrieks are ear piercing, I'm not even exaggerating. Then I ventured down into the lower regions of the house in which the Witch lay.

Out of my room, down the hallway, down the staircase, I prepared myself to go down the second hallway and into the living room; but I stopped when I got half way down the bottom end of the stairs.

There she was: her long hair tied up in a giant, curly up-do; her hair completed with a white sleep mask with delicate purple frills; an extremely short, satin night dress- purple with white buttons and lace; her fluffy white robe was only slightly longer than her night dress; her slippers were like Uggs, except they were white fluff with satin bows. She had no make-up on, but was still like a tangerine. Still horrendous.

She scowled at me, I could almost feel her face cracking.
"Yes?" I grimaced.
"What on Earth are you doing up there?" She folded her arms.
I wrinkled my nose a little and pulled my snapback more centre. I began to debate on whether or not I should answer her.
"Well?" She scowled.
"Getting-" I began, she cut me off.
"Well don't! Get to school and out of my sight! NOW!" She ordered. I jumped, obeyed.

I ran back to my room and grabbed my bag. It was pretty heavy, due to having all of my school supplies along with an extra lunch for Mia and a few old toys for her little brothers and sisters. I slung the bag over my shoulder and ran back downstairs and out of the door.

I pushed past my Mother, almost knocking her over. But before she had chance to say anything, I slammed the door shut- loud enough to block out her shrieks.

Down the street, towards the skate park. That's always my first destination, every day. Regardless of time, and right now it was about 5:45AM. It was still dark, the Sun was only just starting to peek over the scene.

When I finally reached the skate park, I found myself. I felt happy, as I always do when I'm there.
I have these certain places where I feel whole; though there's only a few. My room; the skate park; Mia's house; even just being with Mia puts me at peace.
Don't get me wrong; there's nothing romantic between us, but sometimes I feel that Mia is my soulmate. Because soulmates aren't always romantic; sometimes they come in Best Friends, too.

I looked at the grey half pipes and ramps; covered in graffiti of all colours. Then I remembered.
My board. I forgot my skateboard. I clenched my fists a little, angry with myself for forgetting. How could I forget?

I sighed, then walked over to the middle pipe. It wasn't that high, and I had jumped it loads of times- I admit to scraped knees and elbows, broken bones. But that's what being a skater is all about.
You have fears; you face 'em.
You wanna jump the biggest pipe; you jump it.
If you fall; you get hurt.
You get hurt; you suck it up and try again.

I flumped down on the empty pipe; tossed my bag aside. Then I just sat there, tucked up, staring out at the rest of the park. It was completely empty besides me and a couple others. But those others were on the opposite side.

I watched them for a while; skating up and down, doing a bunch of tricks, tripping occasionally, laughing and joking around; before realising who they were.
Markus Woods and his Best Friend.
I didn't know who the other was, I only knew Markus... Well...

He doesn't know me, at all.
But damn, do I know him.

I always see him at the skate park and around school, he's in maybe one or two of my lessons but we sit no where near each other.

He's an average height; kinda pale; he has the most beautiful brown eyes; his hair is dark, black almost and is in a soft quiff; he always seems to be smiling and laughing, and his voice is pretty deep. Whenever I see him, he always seems to be wearing a hoodie, or sometimes a t-shirt, and black jeans, he's always equipped with a snapback or beanie of some sort and a pair of Nike trainers.
I've never spoke to him, but sure do I know a lot about him.

I watched the pair for a while; it hit 6:55. I felt my phone vibrate and the sweet tone rang out. Almost instantly I snapped out of my trance and began to rumage for my phone.
I finally found it, and read my text.

Mia: Tez where r u?

Damn. I thought. I usually meet Mia at about half six, I was almost half an hour late. I groan, text back.

I'm at the skate park.

I type. Seconds later she replies.

Ok, I'm coming.

I breathed deeply; a sigh of relief. I felt bad for leaving Mia, I didn't even text her. At least she reacted ok...