Trusting Love(Matthew Espinosa)

Song of the chapter: The One That Got Away By: Katy Perry

Who am I? I'm the girl with her head always in book, kept at home, looking out the window, wishing I was one of those girls having fun, I can't be though. Not under the control of my dad. Yes I graduated college, by force, my dad expects me to take over him, to be a woman version of him, I don't want to though. I want to have fun, I want to have friends. He wants me to be successful, he said our mother was a decries on me, he doesn't want me becoming into her, just because she had fun, but she died, having too much fun. I wonder what it feels like to fall in love, you know, have someone to love, they love you back, and they don't want you to be something you aren't. The beginnings of my days are always the worst, start off with dreadful chores that are forced upon me, the dishes first, then the rest if the kitchen, then I move throughout the house, I must finish every single one of the chores before my dad gets back, I've figured out how to finish them and still have time to step on the large patio, for at least five minutes, which is enough for me. I looked around my room, the pink walls so small, I don't even enjoy the color pink, but in my dads circumstances, I must be the perfect, no flaws, of course that is completely impossible, I try my hardest though. I got off of my small bed and walked over to my drawer, picked out some reasonable clothes, I pink louse blouse with a pair of jeans, would my father approve of this if we were going out? No, but we aren't going out, correction, I am not going out. I only go out if my father has a business party to attend, or to go to church. I fixed my room up before I left to go downstairs, my dad was there, today was Saturday, so I can start my chores later than usual. I looked out the window and sighed. "Dad, one day, can I go outside?" I said quietly, He clenched his newspaper, making creases in it as he went harder, his brown eyes looked up at me angrily, the hairs on my arm sprung up, ive never seen him like this, I must apologize, this instant. "I-I was just kidding daddy, I do not wish to go outside." I said softly, he calmed down while flipping the page. His dark eyebrows lifting up as he read the stories, the small wooden rounded table beneath him shaking lightly for some reason, a reason I don't understand, we don't have earthquakes here. His small cup of coffee was also shaking. The brick yellow walls were also shaking, I ran to the window, it was the garbage truck. I looked at the black tall garbage bin next to the crusty old stove that is washed everday, yet still looks like it is from the eighty's.

"Victoria, go throw out the garbage this instant!" My dad yelled, never once did he take his eyes off the news paper, never. I looked at him, his head bald in the middle, he isnt fat, or skinny, but he looks like the average 50 year old father, no diseases , no oxgen bag next to him. I put my long silky dark brown hair into a bun while grabbing the garbage. I tied a concieling knot at the top of the bag, I put on my plain white slippers and quickly walked out of the house, I opened the dirty white garage door and walked down the short driveway to the side walk where the garbage bin was located. I felt eyes on me, they were probably wondering who I was, since I barely leave this dreaded yellow house, I don't know why the house is yellow, I did not ask for it to be yellow nor was there when they picked out the colors. I walked back into the house humming a song, I loved it in college, I had free will, I bought a computer there, and a phone, so yes, I know know about modern technology. I know about Vine, I know about Facebook, Instagram, twitter. I have one of each, do I use them that much? No, only in my free time, I find sharing my personal information with the world can get me in trouble, by my inconsiderate father. My dad was no longer in the kitchen, he fled to the bathroom. I took his coffee off the table and wiped it down, I dumped out the coffee and started to clean the kitchen, the white walls, the yellow bricks I have gotten so used to. Our house looks kind of like a normal eighties house, which isn't bad. The kitchen takes me the less of every part of the house to clean, so I was done in a matter of time. I scrubbed the stove off in my free time, I was already done with the whole house, which is very surprising to me, since my dad just left and will not be back for a long period of time. I ran to my room and grabbed my phone, I looked at my self in the mirror, how does someone expect me to be perfect? Yes I do have long dirty blond hair and green eyes, I have perfect teeth, skinny body, but I cannot be perfect, it is almost impossible. I threw my body onto the bed and sighed, I grabbed my phone from the drawer, I looked at my Instagram feed, everybody thinks I'm beautiful, that's what the comments day at least. I don't even know how I gained so many followers, when I said I don't have any friends, I may or may have not been exaggerating, I have three friends, college friends of course. Mahogany, Cameron, and Nash. They are part of this event, called Magcon, they are always trying to get me to go, but I refuse. Mahogany has long brown wavy hair, big brown eyes, she is absolutely beautiful. Cameron has Short brown hair, it used to be long. He is about 5'9 from my perspective, which is very tall, mostly because I am 5'6, he is very handsome, better yet as some people use the term 'sexy'. Nash is a giant, he stands 6 feet tall, his eyes are magnificently beautiful colour of light blue, he has plump pink lips and is very handsome. Im sure I would never have a chance with neither of them, assuring that they have girlfriends. I like to sneak out sometimes and visit them, when I am done with my chores, or when my father is done out, or staying at a hotel, or napping. I looked around my room, the window nearest to my bed was next to my mirror, my drawers where on the other side, my father always said that admiring yourself in the mirror was a sin, so I am forced to change on the other side of room. The carpet floor so clean, I like to keep my room clean during my free time too, you know when the Internet gets boring you gotta do something. I got up and opened the window, I saw my dad leaving, once his car was out of sight I put down my hair and brushed it. I pulled out my phone and called mahogany.