Once upon a time, a girl made a vow never to give her heart to someone undeserving . . . for the sake of her happiness and heartbreak.
Lydia Hayes has had enough grief in her life. After the death of her mother, she was torn. As for her father, he...
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"You let your feet run wild Time has come as we all oh, go down Yeah but for the fall oh, my Do you dare to look him right in the eyes?"
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I was almost reluctant leaving Daniel and Stephan at the hospital, especially at three am. But it felt right. I mean, Stephan just confessed his love to my brother. It would be a bitch move to tell him to leave so I could spend time with my brother, awkward even. So, I walk home in the bitter cold. It wasn't a very far walk. Maybe fifteen minutes at most? Either way, I got home safe and sound, despite the eerie feeling of someone watching me.
I reach my street and shove my hands deeper into my coat. When I exhale, a cloud of exhaustion pools out of my lungs. My nose is running more and more by the minute. I walk past Miguel's beautiful house, admiring the exterior as I grow farther and farther from his residence. As I approach my house, I realize that there is an unknown car parked in the driveway, not my dads silver Jeep. Instead, it's a white Toyota Camry, possibly a 2017. The car is on, so there has to be someone in there, yet the windows are too tinted to assume so.
I stop in my tracks as the ignition turns off and car doors open. Rushing behind a tree in my yard, I'm able to hide and see their identities. Out steps my dad, his button up wrinkled and the first few buttons open. His hair, quite disheveled. Gold wedding band, nonexistent. The passenger that steps out is a busty brunette with far too many lip injections. Her red dress is partially unzipped as she is more focused on fixing her hair, and the unfaithful man before her. My dad waits in front of her vehicle for her, his hand held out for her to take. She places her hand in his as they walk up the porch. Her loud, boisterous giggle echoes in my ears. My dad . . . is having yet another affair.
My feet move and I spring into action. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I scream as I jog across the lawn to meet them at the porch. Startled, they both turn around with guilty eyes. "What the fuck?!"
"Honey," dad says. He let's go of the bimbo and takes a step towards me. "It's not what it looks like!"
"It's not what it looks like?" I repeat in total astonishment. "You know dad, that's exactly what you said to mom the first time. What the fuck is wrong with you, you bastard!"
