It had been a few intense minutes since we sat down for dinner and I could tell he was itching to get something off his chest. "I have some big news for you sweetheart." I sat there anxious wondering what had him so nervous then the wait was over when he spoke, "We're going to be having a guest stay with us." Although i was confused I wasn't surprised at his decision to allow someone come stay here in this hell hole filled with secrets and abuse; he was just looking for someone to keep my mind occupied while he drowned his self in booze and self pity. "Who is it"? I managed to say in the least annoyed tone possible; God he was pathetic. All I could think about was how alone I was going to be even with the extra disturbance. See at this stage of my life i had no mother, she had died from an overdose after she had discovered my dad's infidelity. Needless to say i had been an outcast to the world thanks to the lack of love, comfort and knowledge that my father had failed to provide. "Its an old family friend's son; his mother needs me to look after him for a while so she can get things situated for their forth going". I could tell there was more to this agreement than what he was explaining to me; I knew I shouldn't have pried but I couldn't bring myself to dismiss the issue. "So who is the woman? Like how do you know her?" "Priya" he begun in a serious tone "Don't flood me with questions just try to be nice and less skeptical." And with that he stood and exited the dining room. I rushed to my room and let thoughts flood my mind as to how empty i felt but wouldn't allow my emotions to overthrow my decision to become stronger. As i walked pass the mirror I got a glimpse of what I looked like and saw a different person than i was four years ago and it was horrifying. My eyes seemed to have been tired and stressed although my brown skin was clear and my brunette hair was fine I still felt like I was falling apart with no one to help me pick up the pieces; with nothing better to do I crawled into my bed and overthought myself to sleep.
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RomanceAnd at that moment I smiled although I was dead, not because i was dead but because I knew he cared