cold | e.d

20

"Kendra Jae Pearson." 

It was something I heard once in a blue moon. My full name. Not even my mother used that when I did something unforgivable.

I opened my eyes and glanced up carefully. I was terrified to catch his eye.

"I can explai-"

"You can explain NOTHING." He said sternly, ripping his shades off. My father. The one person I did not want to see in this sort of.. scenario.

"How did you even get in?!" I sighed, tipping my head back in annoyance like I usually did.

I wasn't a baby anymore. When would he realise? Whatever he said tonight, it wouldn't change anything.

"I have a spare key for emergencies. I came to wish my baby girl a happy birthday! Not to be greeted by a boy eating her face off!" He yelled, pointing at Ethan. He was leaning against the door frame casually.

I bet it wasn't his first angry father rodeo. I clicked my tongue and looked back over at my dad.

"He's my birthday gift.." I tried to joke about it.

"Not funny. Does this face look like it's laughing?!" His cold demeanour told me clearly. He mimicked my laugh briefly then stopped quickly, making me flinch.

"No. But next time, call." I shot back. My dad looked taken back, looking at me as if he couldn't recognise me.

"Maybe if you picked up your phone-" He forced his phone into my face, showing 6 calls to me. "Then you wouldn't have entered the house like.. that!" Gesturing to the door.

"Have you changed my daughter?" He stepped forwards to Ethan but I shortly intervened.

"I've changed dad. By myself. But you wouldn't know that would you? Because you're too busy with work and flying around to fuck some random BITCHES! RIGHT?" I screamed out, all this worked up anger coming out.

"Don't you dare disrespect me." He growled authoritatively.

"How many times did you cheat on mom huh? You're lucky I haven't told her. What would happen if I did? You know you'd not make it out alive. You've got some balls to cheat on a woman with 6 brothers aren't you? Who are in gangs too? Damn." I smirked as his face changed.

"Kay.." His voice was quieter now, easier to talk over.

"So are you leaving? Because this isn't one of my April Fools jokes. Stick to you're 'we weren't happy anymore' story dad and stop acting like you have the right to be a parental figure after all this time. Where were you for my other birthdays?" I was choking up a little.

"I-" he began, but I didn't even give him a chance.

I stepped back and started flailing my arms out, acting dramatically.

"I'm sorry baby, I have a meeting. I have to go to Dallas, I have to go to Atlanta! I'm so sorry I couldn't be here for Christmas, I have to fix out these figures now that NFL regular season is almost over! You know how it is when January comes round... I'm sorry I missed your first dance show baby, I needed to work, I'm sorry that I didn't go to your middle school graduation, or any of your parent teacher conferences, or your volleyball games, or the ER when you flat lined and almost didn't fucking MAKE IT. Because oh, I COULDN'T MAKE IT MYSELF!" I screeched, wanting to grab absolutely anything near me and throw it at him. 

"Just DIE! I don't ever want to see your face near me again." 

Ethan grabbed me as I collapsed into fits of tears. He rubs my back and kisses my head, whispering that it's okay.