Unwanted

chapter 9

Hey guys so sorry this is a really long chapter and thanks for reading my terrible story and putting up with it :) but I promise you that it will get better. :) So enjoy.

We were still standing there, me in shock, and Brandon looking confused and the guy who is supposedly my father was standing and kind of falling, because he is drunk, I think. He started walking towards us now I got scared, I didn’t know what to do.

“You know what you look like little lady?” He was talking me? Awesome.

“Uh no what?” I asked my voice was all shaky and scared, Brandon grabbed my hand and held it tight.

“You look like my ex wife, she’s dead now, she had a baby girl who I hate!” oh shit! I was his daughter and he is my father.

“Oh? Well that’s something because I’ve never seen you in my life.” I lied and everybody knows when I lie because am terrible at it, but hopefully he won’t because he’s drunk.

“You sure about that, Rose? Or should I say Rosie?” I started crying I wish I this part of the didn’t happen.

“W-what are you talking about?” Brandon looked at me and you could tell he was scared too.

“You know what, you clearly know I’m your dad, you look just like your mother, god you’re still stupid.” By this time me and Brandon started walking away slowly Brandon whispered in my ear to still answer him though.

“I uh don’t so could you please stop saying that, I don’t know my mother or what she looks like.” Well that is the truth but leads to me being his daughter even more.

“Exactly, see your mother died when you’re at a young age and I left you at that shitty place because Sara and I were happier without you but now you look like I could take you back.”

“Well I don’t wanna go with you, I liked it without you. SO PLEASE GET OUT OF MY FRICKEN LIFE!” I started crying hard, right away Brandon was hugging me and calming me down.

“DON’T YOU F*CKING YELL ME YOU SLUT! THIS IS WHY I GAVE YOU AWAY BECAUSE YOU’RE A F*UCKING PROBLEM AND NOW YOU GOT A STUPID BOY AFTER YOU, HE PROBABLY ONLY FEELS SORRY FOR YOU!” he started walking faster towards and before we knew he slapped me across the face I let out a cry, and backed away he stopped moving and just stood there.

“I’M NOT A SLUT! YOU AND THA-THAT SARA CHICK IS A SLUT! AND THIS GUY IS BRANDON MY BOYFRIEND, SO LEAVE ME ALONE YOU CREEP.” I was bawling just wanting to be back away from this man who is called my dad.

“Fine if you want me gone so badly then good but you wait Rosie I will be back and you will be mine once again.” He started walking away holding his hand that he had slapped me with.

Brandon and I were walking back, me crying and Brandon shocked in what just happened.

“Babe are you okay?” Brandon asked looking at my face where that crazy man slapped me.

“Yeah I should be fine.” I lied it was killing and it felt like it swelled up a ton.

“No you won’t be, its so swelled up.” He said in amazement.

“I know I feel it swelling but whatever it doesn’t hurt that much, I’m just shaken that hasn’t happened in a long time.” Again in lied about the pain but I didn’t want him to worry.

“Why isn’t he in jail yet?” this is the question I’ve always wondered but never got an answer for.

“I honestly don’t know, but I just hope he won’t come back.” He agreed and with that we walked back. Just thinking what just happened, it ruined a nice good day that it feels like it should be raining but it’s still nice out.