You Say You Love Me

Delisa's POV

Prologue:

Losing someone you love, drives you to so many crazy solutions to help you get over living without them.

And to my dad, the solution was to get re-married.

Yeah, I know this may sound like a typical cliché Cinderella story, where Cinderella’s mum dies and then her dad gets remarried because he thought that the Cinderella needed a mum.

But this is no Cinderella story, this is my story.

My dad basically got married again to help him forget about my mum and everything to do with her. He threw every memory, every item in the house that reminded him of her in the bin… Including me.

Well, he didn’t throw me in the bin... He forgot I lived and that I was his daughter. I was more of a house cleaner.

At the start of summer they got married and after the happy wedding, he was living his “happily ever after” again, not with mum, but with Lizzie, my step-mum.

Lizzie had no kids, so I thought I would be treated like her daughter or as a friend. All she did was ignore me… She only talked to me if she needed a favour (like cleaning the house). But it was better than dad, who would never talk to me.

It was disgusting, the way they acted, the kissing during dinner (I mean, hello! I’m trying to eat here). The holding hands while going shopping (umm, yeah... embarrassing much?) and the lovey-dovey stuff (could you save it for later please? When I’m not here!).

The love my mum and dad shared was different... It was less modern. It was more romantic and very old-fashioned. Roses and walks in the park, (I spied on them... Don’t judge me… I was just a kid) that sort of thing. Lizzie and dad’s love was different, more modern and more… Physical. When I’m asleep, I swear I hear things going on in their bedroom next to me. Anyway, the way Lizzie and dad loved each other was… Just yuck.

How did I deal with all the sickening and confusing behavior, and the anger that boiled inside of me?

I danced, my mother used to be a dancer, she taught me, and that’s how I control it. Especially the anger.

After the summer holidays and after their honeymoon, dad sent me to Kilmer Boarding School for Young Women and Men. At first it was okay. I would be away from their “fairy-tales” and I thought the school would also be a place where people would treat me nicely. I was popular and nice. I had a group of so-called-friends who I hanged out with. They didn’t like the fact that I was nice to everybody, but I didn’t care, I knew how it felt to be hated.

They didn’t know my secret, my unloved family secret. Only two people in the whole entire school knew and they were my best friend, Claire Kingsway and my boyfriend Matthew Duncan.

Well, they are now my ex-best-friend and ex-boyfriend.

They were fine with it and really helpful. I loved them both, until they both decided that they loved each other.

I didn’t know they were “doing things” behind my back. I trusted them… But one night at my friend’s party, I felt sick. I couldn’t recall any details about what happened but do I remember the sight of Matt and Claire kissing in the bathroom, getting so close. I remember I could see the hunger in their eyes, the connection that they had. I remember their faces when I whispered, “omg,” with annoyance, surprise, and pity. Their faces showed no sign of regret.

The fact that they kissed was disgusting, they knew I trusted them with all my heart.

I was angry, really angry... I ran out of the house, tears blinding my face as they were flowing down, and then all of a sudden it went dark.

I remember waking up in a white room. I thought it was over. That I was free at last. Away from the pain and anger, and close to my mother, but then I saw him. His face showed no emotion but just disappointment. I wanted to hurt him, but I was tied down by the tubes that were attached to my arms. A nurse entered the room and gave me anesthetic but all I could see and feel was dad. My eyes fluttered and dropped. His picture was still burning in my mind.

I didn’t go back to boarding school.  I wasn’t sad about it either. I knew Claire and Matt had ditched me and moved on with their lives. They didn’t call or text or even visit me when I was in hospital. And being in a group who basically started the rumours and gossip, I knew that there would be plenty about me. Bad ones.

The anger was still boiling inside of me, I couldn’t let it out, and my leg prevented me from dancing.

When I came home from the hospital, Lizzie was pregnant and dad was over the moon.

The baby was due in another month and I hated the baby that was inside of her. I knew that it would take my place, and I was right. Two weeks after “Drew James” was born, my father decided he needed to get rid of me, out of sight, out of mind. So he shipped me off to England to live with my 20 year old cousin, Miranda.

Miranda was my favorite cousin, she was my mother’s sister’s daughter. We used to talk over the phone and she was always caring and loving towards me but a telephone connection doesn’t really allow you get close.

That was long ago; I haven’t spoken to her since my mother died. Miranda was a dancer, and beautiful. Now, she dances for some show in England and that’s about as much I know, as much I’ll ever know. Death does that to you.

A/N: so what do you guys think of it? is it good, bad? please let us know and give us some feedback as this is our first time writing a fanfic ! :)

much love, 

D & L x