Mismatched || JERRIE

Track 5: All Headaches and A Heartbreak

My dad knocked on the door,

"Perrie?" I heard at the other side of my door.

I'm here at my room for almost two days.

Not going outside,

Not talking to anyone,

Not eating,

And not moving.

Who will gonna move on anyway?

Wow life.

"Dad please! Not now! I want to be alone!", I shouted. It's hard to speak after you cry for a long time non stop. And I almost choked with my own words.

My dad is like a bestfriend to me that's why it hurts to see him right now. I might cry in front of him. And I don't want that to happen. I know he doesn't want to see me sad.

"Perrie, my sunshine. Please open the door. I got some beers here for you.", he said while still knocking the door.

I can't resist my dad's request that's why I opened it.

I opened it and I looked at him.
"Dad.", I said almost teary eyed again

I look horrible and helpless.

I looked at him with a case of beer in his left hand.

Then he quickly put it down to give me a hug that I really need right now.
"Pezza, stop crying. I hate you when you cry!", he said to me.

After saying those words, I just realized that I am crying again. I laughed a little

"Stop crying now. We need to finished these beers now.", he said jokingly.

We came inside my room and he sat at the corner of the bed.

And I sat to my bed too while wiping my tears.

"Why are you doing this to yourself? Your room is a mess, Pez!", dad said calmly. And then he roam around my room.

"Open the beers", he commanded

"Look dad. My lovely fiancé just broke up with me. of course I'm grieving.", I reasoned out while opening the beers

"I know Princess. That guy just lost the most lovely woman in the universe. But you need to clean your room.", I laughed at his advice. Very relatable. Lol.

"Alright dad. Maybe tomorrow I'm going to clean this mess in my room. And in my life too. Hahaha", I said to him while drinking the first bottle of beer.

"And I won't be missing you. And no one can love you the way I used to do. But love isn't fair, so I swear that this time, this is the end.", he said

it's not his words. It was mine.

He's standing next to the table inside my room, reading my notebook.

Reading the words I wrote this morning.

"Writing down your own feelings. Aren't you?", he looked at me and smiled a little.

"Yeah. That's a rant because of that man.", ilI said with disgust.

Somehow I feel embarrassed.

My dad is a good musician and a great composer that's why I feel embarrassed when he read my writings.

"You know Perrie. If you tell me to kill this guy, I will do it right away. Just tell me if you want me to.", my dad said while turning his hands in fist.

I laughed with his words. He's being a kid

"No dad. I can handle. I can kill him on my own!", I said to him as if it is a joke.