The Hurt

Take me Back to the start

When i was little my mom would give me water whenever i got sad about my so called father leaving us, it always would calm me down. One day when i was five i walked in the door after school to find mom sitting on the couch with her head burying deep into her knees curled up in a ball, i looked around everywhere but the little five year old me soon figured out, Daddy wasn't here. So being my curios self i asked my mom where daddy went. she took a breath pulled her head out of her knees and told me "sweetheart, daddies gone and he's not coming back."

"what do you mean mommy, of course he's coming back he loves us." i said

"No sweetheart, daddies gone for good he loves you but he left." my mom told me with tears now dropping from her eyes

"NO," i yelled

"no what"

"YOUR LYING, DADDY ISN'T GONE HES COMING BACK HE'S GOING TO BE BACK IN THE MORNING TO TAKE ME TO THE BUS LIKE HE ALWAYS DOES" i yelled at her choking on the words with water glazing over my eyes

"no baby he's not" she said

"YOU LIAR DADDY IS COMING BACK'' i yelled to her running off to my room, bu now i was sobbing. i slammed the door extra hard so she would know i was mad. i huffed out my chest and sat on the door. i sat there for hours crying when i heard the front door open. i went to the steps so i could hear the voices. "hey momma, wheres Katie" it was my sister not my dad but still i want to hear the conversation

"shes up in her room" my mom said to her

"oh, didn't take it very well i suppose"

"yep," my mom let out a breath " she called me a liar and said he would come back for her" and with that i slowly went back into my room still trying to process what was happening. i guess i eventually fell asleep because when i woke up my big sister violet was rubbing my back. for a split second i forgot about what was happening but then i remembered. "violet is it true, did daddy really leave us?"

"ya sissy, i'm sorry" and with that i started crying again and she just held me really tightly, i didn't ever want her to let go. a little later my mom came in and brought me a glass of water. she kept telling us it would be alright but i knew it wasn't. i eventually stopped crying, somewhere deep down i thought he would come back in a few hours. But then hours turned to days and days turned to months and months turned to years and eventually i just stopped believing he would come back. Until he did

*Present Day*

I'm fifteen now and well there's no better way to put this but my life sucks. Other than one thing James, my boyfriend. One day we decided to go to the mall because why not its summer, so he picked me up and we went. we were walking around when i see the man i thought i'd never see again my father.  i completely froze, it was like i couldn't move. I was paralyzed in fear. I couldn't walk, talk, hear. But that's not the worst part, the worst part is he came to me and tried to talk to me. "Katie, Is that you" i didn't know what to say so i just nodded. " can we go somewhere and talk" he asked

"i'm sorry but not today, i can't do this right now, here's my number" i said handing him the paper. "James can we please go"

"Ya of course" and with that we left "do you wanna talk about it. i couldn't talk without crying so i just nodded my head no. "okay, but when your ready i'm right here okay." i just nodded again with tears starting to silently fall from my eyes.

*First Chapter my original story- Takes place in Lima, Ohio, Currently about Julyish

Thanks for reading loves*