I slowly creep towards the sound of yelling, still unsure whether to make an appearance or not. Mom said I was needed, but I really dread getting anywhere near my dad or that argument.
I slowly turn the corner into the kitchen. My mom's back comes into view and I make eye contact with my dad.
Horrible memories come flooding back just by looking into his cold eyes.
"What are you doing here?" I demand, venom in my voice. My mom whips around and faces me. Her eyes and face are wet with tears.
My dad moves towards me. "God, Sammy. Look how much you've changed. You're so beautiful, where did my little girl go?" He goes in to hug me but I take a step back and put my hands up. Force of habit, all things considered.
"She grew up once she realized her asshole of a father broke her and left her family and wasn't coming back." I spit.
"Sam, don't speak to your father like that." He demands.
Who the fuck does he think he is?!
"Thanks for the advice, when I see my father, I'll be sure to speak to him with respect, but you certainly aren't him. Or at least you don't deserve to be." I say, crossing my arms. I don't care if he's my dad, he fucked up my life and I'm going full savage mode. I have to stand up to him, something I never did when I really should have.
He sighs deeply. "Look, I don't care what your feelings are about me, you're my daughter and you are going to be a part of my life."
Oh hell no.
"Listen bud. The only way I remember you is as an alcoholic nobody who lived in our house. You were never anything remotely close to a father figure. What you did broke me in so many ways. If it weren't for my mother who loved you so much you would no doubt be in prison right now."
Tears are avidly running down my face now and I'm shaking. My parents look taken aback by my outburst, but don't say anything. They know I'm right. I was just getting to a point in my life where I've been able to move past this, I was starting to not think about it every time I looked at a man. Now I'm back to where I started. That same terror, hatred, and vulnerability that I struggled with for years is now all flooding back into my soul. I'm back where I started, and I will never be able to forgive him for causing all this.
"I know I've made mistakes, but that's why I'm here! I want to fix it and rebuild relationships!" He defends.
I shake my head. "I don't want anything to do with you ever. You've destroyed my life, my ability to have relationships, and my mental sanity. There's no way you could possibly fix what you broke. I know you've probably ignored mom telling you already, but I think we'd both like you to leave."
My dad is the one to shake his head now. "I can't do that Sam."
I slowly back away. "Fine," I start, more hatred in my voice than ever before, "if you won't leave, I will."
Without hesitation, I sprint out of the house as fast as I can before anyone can stop me.
My first inclination is to go right to Ryan's house, but something causes me to stop. I look at the end of our driveway and see Riley's car parked there, it never even left. I don't know what possessed me to do so, but slowly I stagger up to it and knock on the window.
Riley's eyes widen with concern at the sight of me and quickly unlocks the car to let me in.
As soon as I get in, all my emotions overtake me and I let out a ginormous wail and break down into a fit of sobs. I don't know how long we sit there in silence, my bawling and Riley rubbing my back, 20 minutes at least. I finally calm down enough to ask him the one question that is on my mind.
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Bad Boy's Game
Teen Fiction"You're not like other girls Sam." He says, a smirk on his face and mischief dancing in his eyes. I scoff, "Oh really. In what way?" He locks his eyes on mine, taking a step closer. "You're the only girl in this entire school that isn't falling fo...
