PSEUDO (SHORT STORY)

PSEUDO X

PSEUDO X

Unintentionally my feet walk directly to his place. "Dad." I called.

"Dimitrie? What are you doing here?" He asked nervously.

"I need someone to talk to. Just for a second." I said in a low voice. I hate Daddy because he left us for her mistress, but he's still my Dad, who always played me when I was young.

"I don't have time. Go home, talk to your Uncle George."

"But Uncle George is dead." I told him sadly.

He looks shocked for a moment. I thought he would hug me or comfort me, but I was wrong. He said these lines coldly.

"I don't have time for you, Dimitrie. We talked about this, I'm not your biological father that's why I chose to leave your mother so I think I have nothing to do with you."

You heard it right. My parents broke up when my Dad found out that I'm not her real daughter; I'm just a daughter of my mom from his ex-boyfriend, and mom chose to hide it for not Dad leave her, but as the story goes, Dad found out.

"Go home, Kid."

He turned his back and went inside their house. I thought that the last person who would care for me was Dad. But I'm wrong.

I got the book inside my bag and wrote something.

'Die, Sebastian Vandyck'

If he does not care for me anymore, I think he better die.

I shifted my way to Hunter's house, I don't know, but I can say that Hunter is the only friend I counted on now.

"Dimitrie? What brought you here?" He guides me inside their house, which looks better than before. The figurines and appliances are in their place while all in all, it is well cleaned.

"I hate Dad," I uttered, disappointed. "I really hated him."

Hunter let out a restless sigh before sitting beside me. "Then, what do you want?"

Suddenly I thought about what I wanted. "Let him gone?" No. More than that. "Burned him? No. No. That isn't nice. Hmmm. Just Die." I said sarcastically, then rested my head on the sofa.

Hunter smiles in disbelief, then shifts his gaze back to the movie. Together with him, I watched that horror movie until I fell asleep.

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