Living a Fantasy

The not so forgotten past

Alexis

"Uugghhh shouldn't have eaten that cake!" I was rolling around on the kitchen floor grasping my stomach and cradling it in my tiny arms, trying to press the pain out of me by using brute force. It wasn't working, yep unfortunately it was that time of the month and I had eaten cake and hot chocolate. Yes this must be the best decision I've ever made, well done!

"Bring bring!" The doorbell rang loud in my ears, I stood up and stumbled my way over to the white door leading to the driveway.

"I wonder who that could be, are we expecting a package?" I asked myself whilst slumping my weight in the door handle and pressing down to open the door.

"Hello there young lady, is mummy in at the moment?" A tall man with straight, short black hair and glasses stood at the entry way of my house looking down at me like I was a baby. He had on an open neck, grey V-neck top, beige jeans and a pair of grey trainers. If I was being completely honest, although my stomach was going through an incredible pain right now, the distraction wasn't enough for me to not notice how attractive he was, yes he was old enough to be my father, but that doesn't mean I can't say he's attractive!

"Oh.....ummm..... yes she's just in bed right now I'm sure she'll just be a minut-" I was cut of before I could finish my sentence by a wary sounding voice coming from the top of the stairs.

"Sweetheart did I hear the doorbell ring just now?" My mum called from the top of the stairs, from the crack I could see she was still in her pyjamas, she hated answering the door if she wasn't 'presentable' she absolutely detested it, said it wasn't lady-like or polite.

"Yeah mum it's for you, I'm going back to bed" I am such a considerate daughter! Now she can be 'polite' to..... whoever the hell is at the door. I began making my way up the stairs when an arm drags me to the top and begins to whisper in my ear,

"Wait does he have short black hair? And glasses?.... and is he...well...handsome?" She asked looking really embarrassed and trying to hide her face behind a shield of hair but failing.

"Ummmm yes, yes, and I guess so ish, why?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Oh well you know... can't open the door looking like this now can I ?" She motioned to her bunny infested pyjamas using her hands. I simply looked up at her face and began to chuckle as I waddled down the carpeted stairs and heard her scurry back into her bedroom and open different draws and doors.

The man was now leaning on the side of my door the light shining on his face and my god was I day dreaming. He looked so calm and comfortable as if he didn't have a care in the world. I was more than certain he was the reason as to why mama had been acting so chirpy and happy, but if she's so content then why am I not? I love mama and I love seeing her happy, it usually makes me happy, so why not today?

I know why, it's because she promised, she pinkie promised me when I was only five years old...

(This part is a flashback, just roll with it)

"Mama can I please have a piece of cake now" I asked pulling on her soft snug cardigan, gazing up at the white chocolate and raspberry masterpiece she had created. She was too busy shouting at papa to notice my small voice so I tried to climb up to it using a kitchen stool. When it was in the right position and I had placed my tiny toes on the edge of the stool, I raised the rest of my body above the ground, putting my weight on my foot. I was now on my tippy toes with one foot in the air trying, but failing, to find the delicious cake using my chubby little fingers.

I heard the anger in papás voice when he screamed, "just shut up for a minute for gods sake!" As his hand rose in a fist and forcefully smashed into the side of mamás face, pushing her to the floor sobbing. His booming voice had startled me, nocking me of balance as I tripped if the tall stool screaming. I was suspending in mid air staring at papás face only seeing hatred in his eyes as time stood still. I saw mamá screaming on the floor holding her face and stumbling trying to help me, but someone stopped her, the fists my papás side had opened and grabbed mamás arm holding her back from trying to catch me. He looked directly at me as my body toppled backwards tears streaming down my face as I screeched for dear life. My tiny body inches of the floor now, my mamás scream echoing around the small kitchen as my head hit the gleaming tiles on the ground with such force that the whole room went blurry for a second before I completely blacked out.

When my vision came back to me I saw mamás glassy yes staring into my squinting own, "mamá?" I looked directly at her cheek, at the bandage rapped around her face, "mamá!" I said not startled this time attempting to sit up but receiving only an incredible pain in my back that I whined out a small whimper.

"No no sweetie, stay down I'm fine don't worry, shhh, don't worry bebé" she ushered me to lie down again with a gentle hand, I obeyed still looking concerned.

"Where is papá?" I asked looking even more worried now.

"Don't worry he is just outside, I made sure he stayed until you woke up sweetie" she stroked my face with a delicate touch. I heard a beeping in the background quicken at her words. "No, shhhh, calm down, no te preocupes, bebé" her gentle voice comforted me and I calmed down slightly and let my racing pulse along with the beeping machine slow down.

Just then he walked in he who hit mamá he who let me fall he who had to be persuaded in order to stay till he knew i was ok! I hated him with all my heart, and I tried my best to show it slightly so he wouldn't get angry again and hit mamá. He ignored me completely but gestured towards me with a hand whilst saying, "look she's fine, now if you don't mind I need to get the bloody hell out of here" the impatience in his voice was overpowering the still slightly noticeable anger trying to hide away.

"For gods sake can't you at least try to sound caring, you bloody bastard!" Mamá had shouted the last part and almost immediately put a hand to her mouth and gasped glancing at me.

When he was out of view from the hospital beds I began to talk to mamá again still having him on my mind, and mid way through our conversation I randomly asked her to promise me, "mamá promise me you won't get another papá I don't want you to get hurt again mamá... I love you too much" I stared miserably down at my fidgeting fingers as she held my face in her hands and I saw tears beginning to roll down her cheeks as she brought me in for a comforting hug.

"I pinkie promise, never again, it's just us too against the rest of the world, me and my princesa till the end!" She held out her pinkie eating for me to link our promise, I gladly accepted and leaned over towards her, ignoring the pain rushing all throughout my body, and planted a small kiss on her soft, damp cheek.

It's been that way till today, I still don't want another papá and I don't want mamá to break her promise, I thought that's what she wanted too, didn't she? It's what will always happen in the end, if you let a man into your life he will only bring tragedy and misery with him. They all think the same life is just a game to them, a new toy to play with till it breaks and then they'll leave and go find a new play toy, it's what you get for putting your trust in someone just to make them stay a while longer, but never forever. It's what I get for loving my papá.

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Hi hope you enjoyed this chapter, it took me awhile to update and I'm really sorry I'm just a lazy person!

This chapter nearly made me fricking cry, I wasn't planning on making it so emotional, but that's how it turned out. Anyway please give me honest opinions on what I have written so far, and thank you so much for reading this!

Lots of love

Alejandra xXx