Broken Cravings (REVISING AND REWRITING)

Broken Cravings; Four

Bethlyn's POV

I bit my lip, a wave of anxiety washing over me as I heard the unmistakable sound of the front door creaking open, followed by a loud slam that echoed through the house.

"BETHLYN! YOU DID A GREAT JOB WITH THE HOUSE!" My father's booming voice reverberated down the hallway. I could hear the rustle of his bags as he tossed them onto the floor and the familiar thud of his footsteps drawing nearer.

"Thanks, Dad!" I called back, trying to sound cheerful despite the knot tightening in my stomach. Moments later, he swung my bedroom door open, his face lit up with a broad grin that could brighten the darkest of days.

"I brought you something, sweetheart," he announced, his eyes sparkling with excitement. I rolled my own eyes, a mixture of exasperation and affection flooding through me as I shook my head.

My father worked for a company that specialized in designing underwear, a fact that never failed to make me cringe inside.

"Dad, no, not again," I protested playfully, but I could already see the familiar groan forming on his lips, followed by the smile that inevitably accompanied it. I braced myself for yet another of his quirky surprises.

""I stole this, sweetheart. It's nice and pink with stars on it. It reminded me of you," he said as he stared at me. I stared back at him, tilting my head to the side. My father is very weird. He's lost his mind to the gallons of alcohol he consumes every year.

"Okay, look you're 15 but that doesn't mean you can't wear these okay? I will not force you but it's better than these nasty thongs out here" he stopped himself setting it next to me. I sigh in embarrassment, turning almost red.

I stared at it with a cringed face.

"Yeah, okay, Dad, I will. This is too weird. I can buy my underwear. I would appreciate it if my Dad stopped buying underwear with different designs because it reminds him of me," I said, staring back at him. He smiled and left the room.

I grabbed them picking it up indiscretion. I set it down in the drawer filled with different shapes, colors, and types of previous 'gifts'. My dad needs mental help.

The act of gifting lingerie to his daughter was meant to be a kind and thoughtful gesture. However, it was unfortunately misunderstood by many.