Why?

Back and Forth

2
Everything was bright white. From the streetlights to the houses lining the private street. Having parents that wanted your life to be completely pristine and faultless, it was their way of having a personal utopia.

When my father desired something he would acquire said desired. He was truly a pitiful man in his prime years, but now that he was reaching the peak of his gray years the pristine life he had created was pushed onto me. My stepmother was not someone to confide in, she was ruthless, cruel, and the sickest person to ever set foot in my home - dad's utopia - and get away with it.

I despised her with every fiber of my being. She quite reminded me of a harlot - especially in the way she carried herself. The amount of greed that poured from her was worse than her.

Enough about wenches and my dear old dad. It had been over four years since I last stepped into the pure neighborhood, nothing noticeable had changed.

My home, I never wanted to come back to it. I had no other choice except going home now.

Lulu the Great Pyrenees sat on her haunches as her head whipped into my direction; her tail becoming a burst of energy. Lulu rolled over for me to rub her stomach, the dense fur tickling my arm.

"Clarissa, is that you?" A deep profound voice called from the front door, "Yes Father, I've come home!" I called back to him with a smile.

I may hate the women he chooses to wed, but I would never hate him.

He pulled me into his arms as Lulu put herself between Father and I. His throaty laugh rang in my ears, I was grinning from ear to ear. It's been so long since I've been this happy.

"You can stay in your old room, I haven't touched it," He grinned showing every single tooth. "I had a feeling you would come back." I nodded as I held him tighter. "Maybe we can get coffee later once you're settled in?" He mumbled into my shoulder as he rubbed between my shoulder blades. "I would love to have coffee with you, Father."

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Father wasn't lying when he said nothing in my room changed. Everything was where I left it, my volleyball jacket slung over the small desk chair, my bedding unmade, and my closet door flung open. The only thing that happened was layers of dust settled onto everything.

I got to work instantly, making the bed, dusting, organizing, the whole shabang.

"Clare, someone's at the door for you!"

The soft thud of my feet rapidly coming down onto each stair alerted said person at the door.

There was only one problem, I did not want to see this person. Xavier Smith. This day just keeps getting worse and worse. Father walked away to give up privacy, "What the fuck are you doing here?" I whisper yelled into his face, my finger jabbing him in his rock hard chest. "Are you on birth control?" I was slightly taken aback by his question, but it was a serious question. I decided to mess with him instead. "No, I haven't been on birth control since I was fourteen." I held back a grin as Xavier ran his hand through his hair, and eyes as wide as saucers. "I didn't use protection, I'm sorry."

I couldn't hold it in anymore as my laughter shook my body. "What the hell? Clarissa are you okay?" My laughter only got louder. "I haven't seen her laugh like that in seven years." I quickly sobered up as I heard Father speak. "What business do you have with my daughter?" Xavier's nerves were clearly all over the place. "Daddy, we need to talk, all of us." I attempted to soften the blow of the conversation that was about to take place.

Seated on the old leather sofa Xavier was literally on the edge of his seat. His thumbs twiddled together and his legs bounced. Nervousness radiated off of him, "Xavier, tell your side of the story." I chortled a laugh at the look of surprise on his face.

"What is it?" Father asked whilst crossing crossing his ankles. "XavierandIgotmarriedwhileweweredrunkandnowweneedtogetdivorced." I briskly spoke in one breath. Father's eyebrows raised as he crossed his arms and glared at Xavier.

Father stood up and punched Xavier.