The Girl Who Knew It

CHAPTER FIVE: Strenuous calls And Silhouettes

Playlist: Kings of leon- use somebody.

"I meant it when I said I don't believe in love at first sight. It takes time to really,truly fall for someone. Yet I believe in a moment. A moment when you glimpse a truth in someone,and they glimpse the truth in you. In that moment you don't belong to yourself any longer,not completely. Part of you belongs to him. Part of him belongs to you. After that,you can't take it back. No matter how much you want to,no matter how hard you try."

My life is not my own.

I pinched the bridge of my nose as my eyes involuntarily sealed shut. Breaths heaving, lips trembling as the call ended in a dramatic halt. Trying to calm the calamity that threatened to rumble within my core.

This was the result of a lengthy conversation with my father, nowadays. My father and I had the most complex relationship known to man. I loved that chauvinistic asshole more than humanly possible. He's probably the only person I love besides myself.  The problem or should I say; our very own world war. Arose whenever he started dictating his 'opinions' in general term; orders to me.

Having a normal conversation with that man was just pure exhaustion. There's a fine line between love and insanity.

"Hey do you want to join me? They're having a karaoke night?" Katie practically yelled bursting through my bedroom door.

Once again I squeezed the bridge of my nose. Humanity often turned my into a bitch.

"What have I said about knocking?" I spoke through gritted teeth trying not to glare at her pouting.  She was sat near my desk sending me a puppy facade. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. There's the fucked up thing about pretty girls. They merely pout and the world bows down ready to fart out their desires. It was both fascinating and sickening. Right this very moment it was the latter.