Beautiful Mistake

Chapter 2

Lindsey's POV

Once again I woke up to the yelling of my mother this time I got ready faster and had some spare time to eat breakfast.

"Good morning mom"

"Good morning Honey, how was your first day"

"I would've told you if you were at home yesterday"

"Lindsey you know I work hard for us"

"Yea but mom sometimes I miss you around here, I can't loose you too" and flashbacks of the day my father walked out played in my mind.

*FLASHBACK*

"ANNE YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME" my dad yelled as I watched his veins popped out of his neck.

I felt streams of tears fall down my face as I quietly watched them fight from the staircase railing.

"GEORGE IF YOU COULD JUST PLEASE LEAVE ME AND MY DAUGHTER ALONE"

"SHE IS MY DAUGHTER TOO"

"NOT FOR SO LONG"

"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT SHIT SUPPOSED TO MEAN"

"George" I heard my mom's voice quiet down a little and take a deep breath, "I am sick and tired of sleeping on the couch every single night waiting to you to come home"

My dad remained quiet and his face got redder and redder by the second.

"And what about your daughter George? Do you want her to be sitting there later in life waiting for you to come home, and when you do you're drunk and you can't even keep your feet on the ground?"

"You know what Anne? I don't care anymore. Screw you and Lindsey, I am gone and don't you ever look for me when you need shit"

"Wow George you're an ass, get out right now"

And I watched as he raised his hand and slapped my mother and that's when I felt my body heating up and I cringed a little.

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"Lindsey?" My mom snapped me out of my flashback,

"Yea sorry I zoned out"

"Your bus is here, come on let's go" I shook my head to clear my mind and then I found myself walking to the bus stop.

As I sat down I began to think about how cruel my dad was, and how much I regret not getting in between. I wonder where he is now, is he close by? Is he dead? I started to feel jealous of all the kids who grew up with a father. And there was me, who grew up with a single parent who worked her butt off for me.

We finally reached school and my mood had dropped from this morning I really didn't feel like talking to anyone, then again who is there to talk to.

I ran to my locker to grab my chemistry stuff, I closed my locker and before I knew it I was held up against the locker with a very sturdy hand grabbing my waist with a tight grip. I was speechless I couldn't find the words to tell him to get off.

"Hey princess are you new?" I opened my mouth to speak but I choked.

"I asked you a question" his grip got tighter and that's when I got the memo that I had to do something. And quickly.

"Stop it please" I practically whispered,

"Oh so you speak?"

I nodded my head and I pushed him a little and repeated,

"Stop it please just stop" I broke from his grip and ran to my class as fast as I could. I don't know what just happened and whatever did happen, it scared me for life.

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I finally reached home and as usual my mother left me a note saying she will be home later tonight and all the annual stuff she says. I grabbed an apple and ran up the stairs and locked myself in my room. I kept thinking about that boy from the football team, that boy green. Something about him makes me nervous yet annoyed by him.

I opened my laptop and went on the school's website maybe I could find something about him. I searched his last name up and a few kids popped up, I tried to look at the pictures but I just could see clearly. I soon gave up and shut my laptop.

I heard someone close the door so I ran down the stairs.

"Hey sweetheart you hungry?" My mom said as she put the groceries on the kitchen counter.

"Not really, hey mom did you and dad get divorced or did you just separate?"

She stopped washing the dishes and closed the sink as I heard her take a deep breathe and turn around.

"Um" she cleared her throat, "after your father walked out on us, I filed for a divorce and custody"

"Wait so even if I found him he can't be near me, like I can't stay with him"

"He isn't allowed to see you"

"Why would you do that"

"Because" she paused and I saw tears develop in her eyes, "I don't want him to hurt you the way he hurt me"

I didn't answer, I just turned around and went back to my room. But what if a little part of me wants to find my father and wants to talk to him. Did she ever think of that?

I laid down facing my ceiling and wondering what life would've been like with a father. My imagination began to get heavy and my eyes closed.