Queen Bee.

3

"Blake" I whispered tiredly "shut the door behind you please."

"Annabelle?" he called out, still not moving

"Hm?"

"Let me stay the night. I'll sleep on your couch. I'm tired as fuck."

I nodded.

I wished he could stay here in bed but I guess for that we would need to be in love.

And I have no clue of what the word means.

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"Bitch." I let out when the chick that just fucked my guy comes out.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Are you talking about yourself?"

"Stay away from him." I grinned.

"Get the fuck out." one of the girls from my group said.

The bitch huffed and walked away.

"Guys, can we go to shopping today? I need to get my nails done too."

Ah, another day will go to waste today.

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"Who are you? I don't have any money on me! Leave me alone!" He shouted.

The nurse looked at me sadly and I nodded at her.

Don't need your fucking sympathy, I wanted to tell her but even I knew I had to be nice if I wanted them to take care of him for free.

Love?

I don't love my father.

What has he done for me?

Nothing.

Since I was small and mum died, he had been out of his mind.

I don't remember his affection towards me, nor I remember if he ever gave me piggy rides.

I grew up with my grandma who was too busy trying to look young than pick me up from school.

All of this was a nightmare and who am I kidding? I don't care.

I deeply don't care if he doesn't remember me.

I have a life, I have money, I have the guy I like.

I sigh and step closer.

Even though I don't care, I have to do this.

I don't remember my mother but if she found out that I still came over to see him, she'd be happy, right?

I don't even know why I'm trying to please a dead person but I guess it's an involuntary action.

If she had lived, I would've known what happiness meant.

"Dad?" I said once the nurse leaves us alone.

"I told you to leave me alone!" He sat up quickly and inched closer to the wall "Just get away from me!"

Another sigh left my mouth.

"I'm not going to take your money, I promise." I said calmly, I knew the process, I knew everything I had to say off by heart, I knew his expressions, I just knew.

His face showed confusion just as I expected. "Then why are you here? Who are you?"

He voiced my thoughts and I, in a monotone voice answered "I'm your daughter. Annabelle."

His face, as expected, stays confused for a while.

Instead of having that twinkle in his eyes he has every time I tell him that, his face contorted in pain.

So much pain that I could hear my heart beat.

What?

What's happening?

Why am I feeling like this?

"Annabelle..."

I cleared my throat. "Yes, that's me."

"Samantha!"

I felt like someone had punched me.

Why is he mistaking me for her?

And why do I feel hurt?

"No, that's your wife. I'm your daughter." It didn't matter what I was feeling, my face and voice were void of emotions.

"Letter under the bed, letter under my bed..."

I narrowed my eyes. What is this man blabbering about?

All of a sudden his eyes widened again and when he looked up at me, his face was full of agony, nostalgia, hurt.....

"SAMMIE!"

I shut my eyes and take a step back. What the actual heck?

"SAMMIE! MY BEAUTIFUL SAMMIE! BRING MY SAMMIE BACK! GIMME HER! I NEED HER! YOU KILLED HER! SHE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU! SAMMIE!"

I fell on my knees.

What?

"I'm sorry Miss, unfortunately you have to leave."

I nod and saw another nurse put a needle in my father's arm.

It's meant to calm him but somehow he wakes up with no memories.