Chapter 4

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ALISA POV

The whole ride was silent and we finally made it home and we both took a seat on the couch."So your my mommy?""Yes baby I am." "What about my daddy." "Well your father is not gonna be around...... he has to go away." "Why!?!" "Honey you'll understand when you're older." She looked kinda sad. "Your gonna take me daddy away from me! I hate you!" After she said that I felt like the worst thing on earth, like I was below dirt. Even though she was only 5 those words crushed my soul. "You wouldn't understand sweetheart." "What won't I understand! huh!" she screamed back. "You wouldn't understand that he doesn't care for you and that I do. He is not a Dad for keeping you away from me, your real mother and trying to be the best daddy for you and not just a father! Because it takes a real man to become a dad or daddy but any male can have a child a become a father!" There was a long period of silence and I was on the verge of tears so I decided to go upstairs. I didn't want her to see me cry. "You can watch tv if you want , I'll be downstairs to cook dinner in a little while." And with that I ran to my room. I dove into my pillow and cried and cried. I cried till it hurt then cried some more. In the middle of my sobbing my phone rang. Just great , I answered. "Hello?" "Hey it's Princeton..... well Jacob." " o um hi" I said trying to be as happy as possible. "What's wrong?" " My life." "Do you want me to come over so we could talk. I mean in a friend way, I promise I won't try anything". "ok... sure." "Great just text me you address." "ok see yah." "bye

End of phone call.

PRINCE POV

I was kinda happy to go over Alisa's house I just want to cater to her and give her my all. But first I need to establish a friendship and trust first, and you know take shit slow. My phone started ringing... it was my mom.

PHONE CALL

Hola mama!

Hola mijo.

Como estas?

asi-asi

What's wrong?

Your papa......he keeps drinking

Ahhhh mama it'll be ok

He wants to talk to you mijo

ummmm.... ok

Jacob!

*sigh* si?

I gotta you something

Si papa

You are terrible you can't even help your struggling family! and your supposed to be famous? You little selfish son of a bitch!

Those words hurt ALOT even though they shouldn't after all he's been telling me this stuff since I was 14. I just wish he'd stop drinking!

You're stupid punk ass bitch

END OF PHONE CALL

i hung up I couldn't take it. I could tell he was drunk the whole time. But those words.... they just lingered around in my head. I walk downstairs I couldn't take it I grabbed a knife ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I feel better I haven't cut in months. That's why I've been depressed. I guess once I stopped cutting I had to channel my anger by being rude to a lot of people. We'll might as well get going, hopefully Alisa will brighten up my day.

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