Chapter 1 : "Isn't that what friends do? They leave."
“ I don’t want to go back, to just being one half of the equation. Do you understand what I’m saying? Without you I’m lost, can’t fix this compass at heart between me and love, you’re the common denominator.”
Now:
Ana, Ana, Ana. What have you gotten yourself into?
Flashback:
Being a new kid in a school where you know no one at all isn’t exactly appealing and exciting. I think of it more like scary? Yeah, seems about right.
Analiese Peterson, the definition of boring. If boring was a person, I would be that person. Another thing that I’m going to be is a Sophomore at Hamilton’s International. Fear is normal right? I was the weirdest kid back in Jackford High. I was an outcast there, so my mom decided to move me out. Fuck, I hope no one notices me. Just like the past years. I want to remain invisible to the rest of the world. Don’t plan on getting a boyfriend soon for that matter. Fuck that. I’ll never forget what dad did to mom. Fuck. That. Shit. To. Hell. He’d change my view upon guys forever. But all in all, he was still my dad. And I do love him. But when you have someone like that to be your dad, disappointment is inevitable. How could he? He became the one person he vowed to never be.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine and life makes love look hard. Stakes are high, the water’s rough. But this love’s ours”
My phone blasted as I was sitting by the pool, reading some cliché love story.
“Ours” only meant one thing, dad.
I hit answer and put the phone to ear.
“Dad?” I said. I heard crackling on the other end of the line. Then I heard sobbing and soft cries.
“Annie? Analiese. I’m sorry, please, Ana. I love y-,” then a long beep.
“Dad? Dad! Where are you? Are you okay? Are you…. drunk?” My voice trailed off.
He hung up.
I locked my phone and sighed. Daddy, I want you back. The old you. The old you that always called me your little princess.
“Ana? What’s wrong, hun?” My mom walked out to the backyard looking down at me.
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