An untold story

Prologue:

Melissa's POV

My parents constant yelling wake me up from my sleep. They're fighting again, nothing new.

I just wish they would stop, I wish they would love each other as much as I love them. I don't think there's something more painful than hearing the two persons you love the most say such hurtful things to each other.

Every single night, they start a new fight over something meaningless and stupid. I'm used to it. It's fine, really. I'll just go back to sleep and everything will be alright in the morning. That is, of course, until they start another fight.

I hide underneath the covers of my warm bed, ready to cover my ears with my small hands. That's when I hear the shatter of a glass and the sound of the front door open.

I rush to the kitchen where my parents fight was being held.

My eyes start to tear up as I take in the scene before me. My dad is sitting against the wall with his face between his legs.

"Daddy!" I hear my five-year-old sister say as she runs to my dad. He tilts his head up and my heart aches.

His eyes are bloodshot, his face lifeless. His huge, warm smile is gone.

"Everything will be okay." I hear him whisper to my little sister before my mom walks in.

"Leave," she says, holding my dad's car keys out for him. My dad kisses my sister's forehead and pushes her aside.

My big brother comes down and the sound of his foot steps alerts both, my dad and my mom as they finally realize I've been standing here the whole time.

"Mom? Dad? What happened?" My brother asks concerned as he rubs his sleepy eyes.

"Nothing, sweety," my mom replies, obviously lying.

"Daddy, has to leave for a while," my dad says, approaching me.

"B-but I don't want you to. Why?" I whine.

"Beacuse I have some work to finish. But I promise I'll be around, checking on you," he says, caressing my cheek as I lean into his touch. I shut my eyes closed and sob as a final tear rolls down my cheek, my dad catches it and kisses my nose.

He hugs my older brother tightly and ruffles his hair before taking his car keys from my mom's hands and walking outside.

My mom takes my little sister, who seems confused and tired as I rush to the front door. "Daddy!" I scream but he doesn't seem to hear me.

"Mike, take her upstairs!" My mom says to my brother, probably thinking this is nothing an eleven-year-old girl should be experiencing and he carries me upstairs against my will.

Am I the only one who realizes how serious this is? My daddy just left. He left me.

He said he would come around but still, does this mean he's not going to live here anymore?

This story has never been published before, has never been written for anybody else but me (the owner of this account). It has never been published in any other site but wattpad.

Hope you enjoy it!

First chapter originally published on April 25th, 2014.

All rights reserved. This story is PG-13.

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