Psychotic

Chapter 8

||*Katrina Moors*||

My steps accelerated as I reached the front entrance of the beautiful park that seemed now to be painful, somehow.

How can someone be so heartless?

Justin's words may have disappeared into the surrounding air but the memory of him pronouncing them got locked down inside my brain leaving a huge scar on my heart.

Funny how I thought that he was cute and shy. Its unbelievable, unexpected, unreal.

His words made no sense, i hardly mentioned Danny although he was the reason why i went with him here in the first place. The comment of the waitress, the conversation about the licking of the ice-cream, his abrupt outburst... Nothing made sense!

Still he was an stranger, a weird guy that hides his face under a hat and behind wide sunglasses that always dresses in dark colours.

"Whore!..." My brain repeated his sharp insult as some tears rolled down my warmed cheeks due to the embarrassment.

"Mum always told you not to mix up with strangers, less if you meet them in a night club" My conscience tortured me warning me with one of those "life-tips".

"It's all my fault, Helen already warned me: Don't get too close to the customers, they aren't precisely the best people to get in touch with" I mumbled to myself wiping some tears as i crossed the long streets of Venice city.

Justin is not an exception.

In less than I expected I finally reached the porch of my house.

Taking the keys out I sighed exhausted. I placed the proper key inside the key-lock turning it to my left three times hearing a soft "click" after the third rotation.

Pushing the door after grabbing the knob the scent of this morning came rushing to my nostrils.

"Im back" I shouted slowly closing the door behind me.

The sound of the TV from the living room caught my attention so I disposed myself into the room already noticing my dad's dark grayish hair above the back rest of the long red sofa.

"How did it go" He groaned slowly stretching his arms out. Sweet, he was sleepy...

"It was ok" I replied avoiding talking about the incident of the park.

"You don't sound like if it was ok" His raspy voice spoke between deep yawns.

I hate when my dad is drunk but this time i wished he was because when he isnt drunk he is way too smart and perspicacious, infact, he knows me too good at his best.

"Dad it was ok, don't be annoying" I replied leaving my wallet on top of the living room wooden table.

My dad incorporated himself standing up from the sofa. I heard his steps getting closer to me behind me. Two arms embraced my body slowly trying not to make me flinch.

"Kat, I know that Im not the best father in the world, but I am sure that you are the best daughter a man can have, and my duty as a father that loves you unconditionally is to protect you and help you, although it's not my strongest point so..."

"Dad cut it out, get to the point" I chuckled cutting him off brushing my hands along his tough arm.

He cleared his throat. "That guy is not good for you"

I turned my head arching my eyebrows in fun. "Dad you don't even know him"

He acted like if he was thinking "I have a sixth sense, whatever he did to you, you didn't deserve it and he doesn't deserve you" He informed making my body to tense rigidly.

I gently pushed my dad away by pressing my hands on his chest.

"I have to go and get dress, works starts in half an hour..." I dropped my head walking upstairs to my room. Before I reached my room i heard my Dad sighing exhausted, i know that he was trying his best but its not his fault and nothing to really worry about.

Or thats what she thought...