Broken Cravings (REVISING AND REWRITING)

Broken Cravings; Four

Bethlyn POV

I bit my lip in fear as I heard the door opening and slamming.

"BETHLYN YOU DID WELL ON THE HOUSE" My father yelled. I can hear him setting down his bags and walking down the hall.

"Thanks, Dad" I yelled back. He opened my door smiling at me.

"I brought you something sweetheart" I rolled my eyes shaking my head.

My father was part of a company that designs underwear.

"Dad no not again." He groaned and smiled.

""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.