Masked

Chapter 23

I got a hate message the other day, oh wow. So much hateful words about my story, this story obviously isn’t the best, but I do appreciate everyone that’s reading it. Even if I only have one reader; thank you.

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The next morning I woke up, had a shower and got dressed back in my pyjamas. I’m at home so it really doesn’t matter. I put my hair in a messy bun and went to the kitchen to get food. My dad was reading the newspaper, isn’t he meant to be at work?

“Morning dad”

“Morning princess”

“Aren’t you meant to be at work?”

“Yeah, I took a day off to be with my daughter”

“Why?”

“Thanks for sounding enthusiasm about it”

“No, I’m just confused in a way”

“Well I felt like I needed to catch up with you, plus don’t you think you should start doing baby shopping?”

“Oh, gossip time” I said sarcastically clapping my hands together doing a silly jump. My dad just rolled his eyes at my silliness.

“Yeah I need some baby shopping. Just give me the money I’ll be fine”

“Alright then”

“I’m joking dad, I’m glad you took a day off to spend time with me. It’s just that I’m used to no one caring so it’s weird”

“Oh, well I care and you should know that”

“Yes, I do dad”

“Alright, so what does my princess want for breakfast?”

“Food”

“Well obviously”

“I don’t know; give me anything with my carnation milk”

“How about I cook you some bacon?”

“Yeah alright” There was a knock at the door

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it. Start cooking chef” I said to my dad heading towards the door. I opened the door revealing Francesca, she had sunglasses on guess she has a hangover uh?

“MORNING FRANCESCA, HOW ARE YOU DOING TODAY?” I deliberately shouted right next to her 

“Shut the fuck up, hangover!” she said quietly through her teeth; while holding her head

“OH, BUT I’M NOT SHOUTING THOUGH”

“I swear I’ll slap you, shush”

I started laughing, this is so fun. I opened the door for her to come in. She went straight to my kitchen, typical Francesca she’s always eating.

“Morning Mr William”

“Morning Francesca, hangover uh?” my dad said chuckling lightly, while Francesca nodded her head. She sat on the table, with her head in my hands.

The morning went like that, Francesca eat breakfast, lunch and dinner in my house. My dad made homemade food for us; I’m banned from ordering pizza. I did some online baby shopping with my dad’s card.

I’ve applied to the local college, which is just five minute walk from my house. I’m just doing fashion and English now, I dropped media. I’ve done a lot of baby shopping; I’ll share my room with my baby. I’ve decided when it’s time to go to university; I’ll apply to the university that’s close.