"I know we have to act like we hate each other?" He says, letting it come out more like a question than a statement.
"Hate each other?" I ponder, my eyes widening the slightest.
He sighs,"yes" he says, finishing up his frozen yogurt.
"No, no, and NO, I'm not dealing with them! I have to sit here and pretend that nothing is happening between us?!" I said, my voice growing in tone.
I groan, the walking out the parlor. I stormed out, actually.
My wedges made me stump sound every time I took a step.
I kept shaking my head, trying to block his voice out of my head.
"ESHA PLEASE!" He shouted, running after me.
I ignored and kept walking. I ran home, hearing the clank of my wedges.
I got home and saw my mom. I remember before I left she wanted Emilio to come and discuss about the bullying.
I closed the door.
" Hun, where's E-?"
I shook my head mouthing "no" While tears poured out of my eyes.
I ran upstairs and flopped on my bed, I was crying.
"I knew I was NEVER GOOD ENOUGH" I yelled crying I threw the pillow.
I sat up and saw a picture of my dad. "AHHA" I screamed I threw the picture.
Shatter.
The photo shattered into a million pieces.
My dad and was everything to me until, one night when I was 7....
Flashback
"Daddy!" I yelled as he walked in, excited to play and watch TV with him.
"Bi*ch" he spat at me.
My eyes widening, "W-What?" I asked.
"You and your mother" he stood, Ed around throwing the vases to the floor, "ALL BI*CHES!" He yelled.
"Daddy?" I asked walking closer to him, I smelt a salty smell.
Alcohol, I was 7, not stupid
"Daddy your dr-"
"NO I'M NOT, OH AND I CHEATED ON YOUR MOTHER, LISTEN ESHA, YOU'LL NEVER BE WORTH IT, YOUR A SLUT AND A PIECE OF SHIT!" He yelled storming out.
I started to cry, who calls a 7 years old daughter a slut and a piece of Shit?
Then I thought, a drunk man talk, is a sober man thoughts. Was this what he thought?
Bang bang
End of flashback
My father died that night,in a car accident. I fell down on the floor and cried.
The door opened.
Emilio
Sorry if there's is any typo
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