Invisible // C.T.H

Chapter ninteen

Mikalya's P.O.V.

(Recap)

I all most jumped right out of my skin when I heard a voice.

"Mikalya? You're coming with me."

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          Mikalya's P.O.V.

"H-hi dad. How's it going?" I asked.

"How do you think it's going? You got your mother arrested. How come you didn't tell me she was getting bad again?" He spat.

"Because I didn't think you'd care. You never call me, You never talk to me. And since you are all most like mom, I didn't want to end up with you again." I said.

"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way. But I was going to tell you that I've changed and I wanna be apart of your life. But since you don't think I've changed, Then I guess I won't!" He yelled.

I flinched when he yelled at me. He's got such a deep voice, It scares me. But now I feel bad. Maybe dad really did change and I judged him to fast. Now I feel awful.

"D-Dad, I'm sorry. It's just, I haven't heard from you in a while and if you would've kept up with the phone calls and stuff I would've known." I said.

"Yeah, I know I'm a horrible dad, Mikalya. You don't need to remind me." He said sadly.

"Dad, You're not, I just, Please understand where I'm coming from." I said.

"Can you just leave me alone for a while?" He asked.

"But dad, I"

I was cut off by him hovering over me and he kicked me in the leg, Hard. I went down and tried to hop away from him, But he grabbed me and threw me out of the house.

"Come back when you can learn to not judge people right away. Be more respectful!" He yelled as I limped away down the street.

I started sobbing and thinking, I really am horrible aren't I? My mom was right, I'm just a bitch that judges people to fast and ruins everything. Why? Why can't I just fly away and never come back? Or even better, Die.

I started walking down the street when my phone started ringing.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey baby. How's it going at your dads?" Cal asked.

"Um, Not so well." I said shyly.

"Oh, Why?" Cal asked.

I started crying and Cal was trying to talk soothing things to me, But it just made me feel worse because I was too quick to judge my dad. He's never going to forgive me.

"Cal, You don't understand. My dad was trying to tell me he stopped drinking for me, but I was too quick to judge! I'm such a horrible daughter." I cried.

"Hey, No you're not. You just don't trust him. I get that. But maybe he'll calm down and understand why you didn't think he's changed." Cal said.

"I hope so." I said sadly.

"Well, I should go. My dad's probably looking for me. Thanks Cal, I love you!" I said.