''Hey ma, have you seen my boots.'' I turned to find my mom laughing with perrie and El. She looked up and smiled. ''I think I like British girls.'' I rolled my eyes. ''Oh and Lucille, your dad wants to see you.'' I froze and turned around. ''Why does he want to see me.'' I spat. ''Honey hes your father, you cant ignore him forever.'' I turned to face my mom. ''I can sure as hell try.'' She looked down as if she was thinking. ''Honey just talk to him.'' I let out a huff of air. ''Fine.'' She smiled weakly and started talking to Perrie and El.
If you wondering what happened with my dad, it started when i was 14.
~Flash-back~
I looked around to find a skateboard i can ride. I saw this plain black and green skateboard. It was perfect! ''Daddy, i want this one.'' I pointed to the shelf above me with the board. He rolled his eyes and reached above me and getting it. I handed my dad my 25 dollars and he paid for the rest. After testing it out we finally purchased it and was waiting in the car. ''What made you start skateboarding.'' He spat. I rolled my eyes. ''I swear if a boy got you into this then i will kill him.'' I blew up, that was the last straw. ''Nobody skates at school father.'' He looked at me, his cheeks turning red from anger. ''What has gotten into you.'' He asked. ''You know dad, next time you 'talk' to one of your whores of girlfriends dont think i dont read them.'' He held his hand up as if he was gonna slap me. ''Do it, i dare you to do it.'' His hand was just froze in the air. I pulled up my sleeves showing my scars. ''You know dad, im getting tired of pretending of something im not. I skateboard cause its a way to distract me. Just like cutting, i feel numb. There's 4 things that gets me off of this hell hole.'' I put up one finger. ''Number one, cutting.'' I held up two fingers. ''Two is music.'' I held up three fingers. ''Number three is smoking.'' And last but not least number four. ''Number four, skateboarding.'' He just stood there not saying anything. ''You know what just take me home, where I actually belong, at-lease i wont be judged there.'' He looked around. ''Why do you feel like that.'' He asked curiously. ''You always compare me to hannah(my cousin). You should be like hannah and gone to early college, you should be like hannah and not eat as much, you should be like hannah and not get tattoos, your messing up your body. How would you like it, if you were compared to somebody every single day. Huh? No you dont know what if feels like. Dad i missed the old days, where you would take me fishing, mud bogging, horse back riding. But now you want be to be this fucking perfect princess. Well news flash dad, this princess is fucking dead.'' He didnt say anything but take me home, where i actually belong.
~flashback ended~
I haven't seen my dad sense then. ''Im gonna go out to smoke.'' I told my mom. I grabbed a pack of my Marlboro menthol cigarettes. I took one out lighting it and putting it to my mouth. I huffed in and blew it out of my mouth and nose. I closed my eyes letting my head bounce off the wall. Ahh i missed smoking.
