My Worst Enemy

Father ..

Jandi POV

Later that day I was walking home with my head looking towards the sky. "Dad-." A tear started to leak from my eye as I thought about the days me and my father spent together.

My father died from lung cancer when I was only 8 years old. So I guess you can say we really didn't have a long time spent with each other, but I will always remember what my dad said to me before the day he died.

"Jandi, make sure you take care of your mother she needs you to be strong and grow healthy, I love you."

After that day they pronounced him dead. Since then my mother really hasn't been the same. She started to have a drinking problem, and every night when she came home she would cry while staring at a picture of my father, while yelling "Why couldn't it had been me."

It breaks my heart just to witness the pain she's going through. All I can do is give her my support.

While my mind is still in a haze, I felt a arm started to creep around my waist pulling me closer.

"The fu-," I turned to my side to see Brent slightly smirking at me.

"Are you fucking kidding me Brent you bitch! Get your hands off me!" I yelled, suddenly making him back away.

"Ouch, you know I have an eardrum you know. Well at this point I don't even know anymore, being that you blew it out." He scoffed while rubbing his ears in pain.