Moment of Reflection

Chapter 12

8/29/16

The thoughts keep coming back. Why can't I get rid of them? Though, he seems to continue to read me as well. The texts from him had stopped. After about four or five days he just gave up it seemed.

The mother has been gone since Friday... No clue where or why she left, but I didn't really care.

Evans helped me replace the drive shaft. Which was a lot easier than I had intended... but in the midst of replacing it, dad had returned to my mind as well. I don't know what I'm going to do about that

~Daisy

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9/13/16

He seems to be treating me like any other student now. I have been treating him like the rest of my teachers. But the thoughts are vaguely there, not bothersome, but existing. Why they're floating in the far corner of my mind? I have yet to find out.

My knuckles are still bruised and slightly scabbed over from Sunday. Not that I really care, but I have been asked a couple times how it had happened, when it had happened, or why. Of course, I lied about it. Someone apparently attempted to mug me, but I fought him off.

I don't know why, but it happened during my meltdown Sunday morning. I had pounded my fists and hands against my floor. Probably in a subconscious attempt to escape from my own mind.

Rose has returned twice within the past two weeks. Mostly to get more clothes it seems. I don't know what is up.

I don't know if I'll ever read back on these, I don't know if they would trigger anything or what. But if I do come back in the future... I can only say one thing to myself.

Try to stay safe.

~Daisy.

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As I pulled into my driveway from a long day at work, I noticed Rose's car. I did the only practical thing, I backed out and parked on the street in front of my house. I wasn't sure why I was being nice... Maybe I subconsciously missed her or something. Probably not, but who knows.

Walking up the driveway, the mountainous air breezing past my nose, I approached the side door, only so see the kitchen light shining through the patio door and onto the deck. Being the lazy person I am, I walked to the back only to find the door wide open. Why? I had no idea.

Cautiously, I entered the house, sliding the door shut behind me. I could hear a distant conversation being held between my mother... and what sounded to be another man.

"Yeah? You'd like that?" She said before silence filled the air.

My chest boiled, I took a deep breath, knowing I wouldn't like what was unfolding in the living room.

I walked through to the archway of the living room.

It took all my might not to gag, but the man was seated on the couch, legs spread apart with my disgusting mother in between them.

"What the actual fuck are you doing?" I said, startling the both of them from their so called 'rendezvous'.

The look on this guy's face was priceless; embarrassment, confusion, and a touch of anger.

"You never said you had a kid!" He said to her, clearly surprised.

"You never asked." She said, he clearly took it as the truth and shut up about it.

"You never answered me." I stated firmly.

"Who gives a fuck about what you want?" She said in return, "Dayton is gone so I can do what I want."