About A Girl Called Alex

Chapter nine: Magnets and Issues

As I walked into the house, I walked straight into the kitchen to get something from the fridge. I could hear my Dad follow up behind me, still holding the tray of cookies.
"Want a cookie sweetheart?" He said with a kind voice and a smile. But I was too pissed off with him.

"No I don't" even though I really did, I had to strike against them, "sweetheart!? I'm not 5 anymore Dad. Stop calling me that" as I said this I slammed the fridge door smashing one of the fridge magnets that Mom had got him when she went away to Hawaii for work. The smile on his face dropped. Then he put the tray on the island in the kitchen.

I gasped realising what I had done. It wasn't just a magnet. Whenever my Mom went away for work, she would buy him a magnet to remember the memories. It was the last magnet my Mom had given him, and now it was broken. I dropped my books and bag on the floor next to me and picked up the broken parts of the magnet "Dad I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to break it, I mean it" I said to him holding the broken parts in my hand. "I can fix it, I will I promise" I started to cry as I trailed off with my words because my Dad was in such shock.

He slowly took the apron off from him and placed it on the side table. He put his elbows on the island and held his head in his hands. I placed the remains of the magnet down and went to hug my Dad but he brushed me off. He had never done that before-ever.

"Dad I'm sorry" I said again with tears in my eyes.

"You never think do you Alex, you get so angry and end up hurting people's feelings" he said looking back down to his hands. I was in such shock. I couldn't speak.

"Dad..." I only just was able to mutter these words before he calmly told me to go to my room. I picked up my books and bag from the kitchen floor and walked past him. Looking to see if he was okay, but he wasn't. It was entirely my fault. Great Alex. He was so happy to see you and you fucked it up-Again.

I walked up the stairs to my room and closed the door shut before starting to cry again. I ran over to my bed like a scene from a dramatic teen film and flopped onto the bed which I hadn't made in the morning. So it was very messy. I lay on my bed for about an hour, which I had then fallen asleep.

p;was me