Break the chains

Chapter 5

The sunlight sieved into my closed eyelids and so did all the memories from yesterday and I decided to get up to see if father was truly here or if I was dreaming. I stood on my slippers and wrapped my dressing gown around my cold body and paced toward my mom room. I slowly opened the door and truly, to my eyes discontent, I saw him, in my mom's room, lying with his arms around her. I still don't believe that one man can just walk away and walk back into my house and be accepted just because he said he 'changed'. I mean, I can say that as well but I doubt mom will even care or believe me. If I leave this house no one would even notice- in fact they would be relieved so If I come back and say I've changed mom would just scorn and get angry at me for running away. I looked at my mom's face. Lines showing a lack of sleep scared her beautiful, innocent face, in which she used to smile and hug. I guess I did become a bit rebellious but that was because she sent dad away when he came back drunk. I loved dad a lot and we used to have good times together but then he started drinking when his mom died so we were stuck having a drunken father. When mom sent him away I expected him to come back but he never did until today, when he claims to have changed. I still need more proof about that one. I turned around to go and then I heard a muffled 'good morning' from dad. I twisted my head round to see one arm was open and one was around mom and a broad smile on his face. I just scoffed and turned on my heels and walk towards my room, (seeing as I still don't trust this guy). In my room I shut the door and thrust myself on my bed, my head resting on the pillow and my legs half off the bed. As I lay there I remembered the day. It was Friday. The day of the party. Michel’s party. As soon as that got in my mind I shot out of bed and flung my wardrobe open, with a bang. I took out my long cherry-red dress with ruffles at the collar and a matching shoe and scarf with it. I took out my red hand bag and smiled at myself. A little bit of makeup and I’ll be looking like a princess. I nodded at myself and closed my wardrobe (which had a mirror inside) to see my dad with a smile on his face as well. 

"What's this princess? Where are you going?" I looked down at my dress and then to dad's face and did a fake grin. 

"Just trying it on for size. Best I put it away!" 

"That's right. Give it to me afterwards. You can't wear that to church." Dad replied and I just sniffed. 'That’s if I'm going to church' I thought in my head and I closed the door behind him. What a jerk! Mom doesn't even walk into my room like that and he comes to my life and thinks he can just do that? I stuffed the dress in my bag and slipped my uniform over my body, brushed my teeth and headed for the front door. 

"Where you going?" Dad said, hands folded and he was standing on the front door. 

"Erm to school, why?" 

"Have you prayed?" I didn't even answer him. I tried to push him away but he was too strong so I just went to the back door and walked all the way round to the back door. I'm really irritated with this guy now. He thinks he owns this house and starts to behave like he owns me. It was his fault I'm in this situation in the first place so I don't know why he thinks he can just walk back into my life again and 'change'. I began to debate in my head until I got to my locker. Right, we have: Math English French, Geography and Business studies. Great, we have geography again today and I hope the teacher's going to be like yesterday. I shut my locker and spun round to find a smiling Michel on my side.  

"Do you remember?" 

"Oh why would I forget? I would never miss it for the world!" 

"But your dad. I heard he's back...." 

"Scrap that ****brain. He aint gona ruin my fun."  

"You bad girl," he said giving me a pat on the bum and I giggled like a ten year old.