Being the Bad Boys Girl

Chapter One

Moira

"Dad, open up." I call as I pound on the door to his apartment.

The door slowly opens and I see my father standing there. He had large bags under his eyes and a full beard now. He looked homeless.

"Dad," I sigh softly as I slowly walk inside his apartment.

"Where are Casey and Kyle?"

"They're at home. They didn't want to come and mom didn't really think it was the best idea they came either.

"How is your mother?"

"Dad, she doesn't look much better than you." He closes the door and we sit in his living room. The place was a mess.

"She and you guys are my life. I want to make this right. I need to. I love her."

I could see it in his eyes that he meant it. "I know dad," I say before pausing to find the right words. "it's just that after everything it's hard for her. You cheated on her with one of your business associates."

"And I hate myself for it. I shouldn't have gotten drunk and I regret that."

"I know."

"So, with your mother how she is, how're things at home?"

"A mess, but Aunt Sam and Uncle Connor are staying with us." I gather air in my lungs. "Daddy, it's terrible. I hate it. I just want things to go back to how they were." My eyes water and his arms wrap around me.

"Shhh, baby, I know. It will I promise."

I hug my father back. I've always been a daddy's girl. "So the divorce isn't actually going to go through?"

"Lets not worry about that." I could tell that he wasn't certain if it was or not.

"Why don't you go clean yourself up and I'll clean this house?" I say standing up.

My father walks away and I stand looking over the apartment.

I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Moria Hall, daughter of Landon and Avery Hall. I'm seventeen years old and I have three siblings. My older sister, Anya who's twenty-two, my younger brother Kyle who's sixteen, and Casey my youngest sister, she's nine. My family was very tight knit and we loved each other with all our hearts. My parents, they were so in love. My father being the strong manly man who loved my mother more than anything. My mother a quiet and shy woman, who absolutely adored my father. They loved us if not more than each other and we were a big happy family. And then my father cheated on my mother, but it was in order to get back at my mother who was flirting with our neighbor. My mother kicked my father out and now he's living in this apartment.

"Moira, are you okay?" I look over at my father, who looks like my father now.

"Yeah, I'm alright." I say softly.

"You did a good job cleaning this place up." My father offers a sad compliment.

"Thank you."

Just then my phone buzzed, it was a text from Uncle Connor.

'Come home now. You know you're not supposed to be over there.' My eyes narrow at that.

My fingers move over the keyboard before I can stop them. 'He's my father, I'm not going to cut him out of my life and pretend he doesn't exsit like everyone else does.'

I was never good at pretend anyways. All the other little girls would play pretend while I'd be off in the book corner. Books were always better than people anyways.