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The sight that made me want to a multiple of things was the fact that my dad was sucking face with some chick I don't know and have never seen in my life. This angered me and made me sad because one, who wants to see their father sucking face with someone? Talk about gross, [insert gagging noises here]. Two, what about my mother? Didn't he still love her? Or would he just sleep around to fulfill his 'needs' and to try but not succeed in replacing my mom?
It kind hurt me deep, not physically but oh so much emotionally. Why, I mean I swear their love was so irreplaceable. This was too much of a shock. I swear my dad was fine being alone and raising my sister and I. This, this just hurt.
I know my dad and I hadn't been so close ever since my mother passed away, but I just think it's too uncalled for. If anything he could've told me. Chances of me biting his head off would be slim to none. Okay I lied it would be 63% chance of that happening. Maybe that's why he made cookies and tried being nicer to me, buttering me up huh?
After tip-toeing back to a safe zone, which was the front door, I quietly ran to the stairs and tried climbing them up three at a time. Hopefully my dad and his I have no name for that chick, heard me or else this mission will end badly.
Reaching the top stair, I did a quick five second victory dance, before busting my sister's bedroom door. While doing this thought that occurred to me was, 'please let there not be a guy in there.' Closing my eyes and staying in a frozen position I chanted the thought for a few seconds. My eyes snapped open and probability played in my favour thankfully! There was no guy. But my sister was on the floor laughing loudly while talking on the phone. I seriously feel bad for the person on the other line because this girl is loud and when she laughs as I said before, she laughs pretty dramatically and loud. So I'm surprised this person can still hear.
"What the fu-" She started and got up quickly, probably thinking I was dad or something.
"Hi to you too." I said in a bittersweet tone, trying my best to sound cool, calm and collective. I didn't want to let the anger I felt shine through my sugary sweet charade for her to tell what the fuck is going on!?!
"Listen, I gotta go, yeah I'll talk to you later, kay bye." Ashley said to the person on the phone.
"Why must you bust through my door like that? Did David not kiss you or something?" She asked a little smirk playing on her full lips.
I rolled my eyes, I hate when one day you feel like you have a 'moment' or actually get along with a sibling one day and then the next it's back to insults, comebacks, and pranks. Right now I'm experiencing that...
"Ugh, you annoy the hell out of me sometimes!" I said walking back and forth while grabbing fistfuls of hair.
"Hey now! Like you don't annoy me? I spent like 45 minutes doing your hair lady! Don't ruin it now! Lastly keep it down, Dad is trying to step up his game."
I stopped my little runway walk and made a disgusted face, "One eww , why must you put dirty thoughts into my mind. Dad does not have game. And what the hell you know about that home wrecker?!" I retorted a bit too loudly in which Ashley closed the door.
"Here we go again, I hate when you do that! You say you hate when people give you labels and titles without knowing shit about you. Yet here you are dishing it out! You are worse then the people who do it. And for your info yes, I do, I met her-" Was what she said before I left the room and shutting it loudly behind me.
I didn't care if I was making noise as I trudging down the stairs. For all I care they could hear me. As I reached the door I heard my dad call my name a multiple number of times. But I ignored it, I just needed to get out of here. I'm the type of person that likes to be alone and shut everything out when I'm mad.
I slammed the front door and got to my car. I blasted some loud music Paramore to be exact as I drove. I knew the exact place where I wanted to go. Hey you might to, you might even know me better than I do!
I blasted the music, to try and drown out my thoughts, no way was I going to think of the events that just happened and get myself in an accident. Music can always calm me in situations like these, my drug. (:
As I drove I got pure red lights, when I'm angry the smallest things make me tick! For example this red light situation. My hands suddenly had a very tight grip on the steering wheel, my knuckles whitening from the pressure. Stupid fucking red lights. Did I mention I take my anger out on other things, people or situations? You might have noticed, if not now you now. I looked at the light once again, the colour, RED still! I snapped, I started hitting the starring wheel fiercely. Slowly I shifted my attention to the other the car beside in the other lane. The lady's eyes were open widely as she stared at me. I place a huge smile on my face before placing my foot on the gas pedal when the light flickered to green.
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You probably guessed it, I was on top of the roof, again. As I took my place close to the ledge, I fished through my purse. Pulling out my cell phone, I pressed a button and the time glowed. 10:57.
My sister was right, I am pretty much a bitch, that is kind of bipolar.
I mean, I hate when people do stuff for example judging me based on my attitude towards certain things or based on my appearance which is NOT scary.
Yet, I judge people as well, calling them sluts, whores, hoes, bitches? Preppies, air heads. In order to get you have to give. And in my case there is absolutely no giving on my part.
I looked out to the streets, city lights twinkling, the sky darkening by the minute. I'm a night owl, who can stand the morning. As my eyes searched the scene, I noticed a couple of teenagers around my age more or less, having fun, all smiles. If only my life could be that easy. But no I'm a tough cookie, that always has her guard up.
Ever have that feeling when nothing is going right for you? Where you feel like screaming at the top of your lungs, but of course that won't help? That's how I feel. I'm always so pessimistic and negative and such a pain to be around. Tears welled in my eyes, and slowly the warm wetness rolled down my cheeks. I just started to let go, let my emotions take over.
"What are you doing up here?" I heard a person ask. Quickly as if it was one swift motion, I slipped my big framed sunglasses to mask away my crying. I hate when people see me cry make me feel weak. I know crying is normal. I am nowhere near to normal. Remember that.
The sound of footsteps grew louder, using my shirt I tried to wipe the excess tears on my face. Hopefully it wasn't noticeable!
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