I entered the house after about an hour of aimless walking. Strolling had become my second hobby recently and hardly would you find me at home around 5 o'clock in the evening.
On entering the house, my heart raced, my head seemed bigger than its normal size, and I felt dizzy. Something is definitely wrong somewhere, I thought. I had only felt this way twice, and those are times I don't want to remember. I went into my room and did not see anything awkward. I instinctively made for my dad's room, and there, I got the shocker of a lifetime. For some seconds, I stood, glued to the ground with my mouth agape, staring at the person I knew to be my father. I just couldn't understand why, of all the pot-bellied men in the world, I was doomed to answer the surname of this man. The reason why I still call him 'Dad' remains a mystery to me. I ran out of his room and when I got to the sitting room, I was already crying. The bitch came rushing out some minutes later and ran past me thinking I would do something, but I wasn't after her. Memories of recent occurrences came flooding my mind and I had to quench them quickly. I heard my dad's footsteps and dried my eyes quickly, not wanting him to see my tears.
'Who gave you the right to come into my bedroom without knocking?' he asked as he marched into the sitting room. There is a saying that you can only see the bottom of a chicken when the wind blows. The meaning became clear to me as I glared at my father.
I stood up and faced him. 'I knew you never loved my mum, you made it so evident, but bringing someone else to her bed barely two weeks after her death...' I laughed bitterly, 'you definitely deserve a trophy. I hate you and everyone whose gender starts with 'M'. I HATE YOU'.
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BELINA (Tender Beauty)
RomanceBelina, disappointed by past experiences from men and wrong examples set by her father, swears off men, determined to remain single. Her defenses are however brought down as she meets the one she can't resist, but would they stand the test of time?
