Soccer Princess /DISCONTINUED./

Chapter 29.

It was too much to absorb. My best friend having such a tough life. And My dad; My own flesh and blood wants me to suffer. Why?

Nothing much happened these days apart from Adam giving me food and Nick coming into the room when needed. Adam doesn't allow me but to have a glass of water everyday, so I guess you could say I'm not very dehydrated, and I could pass out any moment. Every single day, I'm stating to be weaker, and thinner.

Adam hits me from now to then. Guess he hasn't changed from the bastard he always was.

I wonder how is mom doing. Is she alright? Is she worried? Is she upset? Is she looking for me? What about the boys; those devils? Are they doing fine? What about Ellie, Drake and Kevin? Did they notice that I was missing? It's probably been 2 weeks.

Tears filled up my eyes as I remember Jennifer, my young, innocent sister. She doesn't deserve her elder sister going missing. She probably thinks that I'm gonna burst through the front door any second, and gonna watch finding Nemo with her.

 My thoughts were cut short as Adam opened the door, while grabbing a chair of his own. He set the chair infron of me, and sat down. We simply started at each other in pure silence.

I decided that this was enough silence, and I decided to speak, "Why did you do it?"

"Do what?" He asked. But not out of not knowing what I ment. No, but out of not knowing which 'it' I was talking about. The amount of horrible stuff my father did to me are too much.

"Why did you claim you were died?" Out of everything, I want to know this the most.

"I wanted revenge. You and your mother were happy, and it seemed like you forgot all bout me. So I thought that I shall avenge for myself. I claim that I was dead so none of you would suspect whatever I was planning to do."

All the emotions in my eyes were wither Hatred, disgust, or disappointment. Disappointed as my father wasn't the good man he always was. Disappointed as my father turned against us. Disappointed of the number of lies my father said to us. 

As you see, mom, dad, and I were the so-called perfect family. My dad would always spend his free time with us. He would always bring us presents, and makes sure that everything we ever wanted he provided it for us. He was the perfect dad. But you know what they say, if something is too good means it'll end up in a disaster. One day, I caught my dad cheating on my mom. He found out that I knew and he made me promise not to tell mom.

At first I agreed, as I thought that maybe it was just a mistake. But once I caught him doing it again, I told my mom. My mom being the angle she is, forgave dad thinking he only did it once, and that was a mistake. He then started treating me coldly, and calling me names when mom wasn't around as I snitched out on him. But once mom is around, he acts like the perfect father. One day, I stood up for myself and told him to stop calling me such names, so he hit me. At first, he felt guilt as he hit his own daughter, but that guilt soon disappeared and he started abusing me more. 

I started developing bruises and people at school would stay away from me. I don't blame them, who would want to be friends with someone who shows up everyday with new bruises. One day my mom caught my dad hitting me so she immediately asked for a divorce, and a restraining order. After 2 months, we got the news that dad died. I was devastated. 

Yes, he did hit me. Yes, he did call me names. But he was still the father I loved. My mom couldn't stand staying at the same country my dad died in, and the place where every corner where filled with corners of my dad. So we moved here. She then suffered from depression, which thankfully she is over now. I started hiding everything about my past while being hyper, and friendly. My mom enrolled me into a new school, which is where I met Nick. Now, you know the rest.

"Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you?" I asked.

"You ruined everything for me!" He said, as his voice was starting to rise.

"How did I do it? You did it by yourself. You cheated on mom, twice may I add. God knows if you cheated on her a couple of more times or not." 

"I may have cheated on your mom, but she would of never found out. We would still be a happy family together."

"A happy family? and by that you mean where the husband cheats on the wife, while still acting to love the wife as his one and only? Hate you break it to you, Adam, but that is not happy."

"Oh, shut up. She would of never known, unless if it wasn't for your nosy ass."

"You're saying it as if you did nothing wrong! Aren't you guilty? Even the slightest bit? She was you're damn wife, Adam. She was there for you through thick and thin, and all you did was cheat on her. People like you disgust me, Adam."

"And aren't you guilty that you told your mom? Aren't you guilty that because of you, you broke a marriage? Aren't you guilty that because of you, your mom thinks I'm dead, and was, or probably still is devastated?" He said, leaving me absolutely speechless.

I never thought about it that way. If I never told my mom about Adam cheating, she would of never suffered from depression. We would of never moved. We would still be that 'perfect' family we were. but then gain, we wouldn't of been perfect. Adam was cheating on my mom. I would've of probably live the  guilt of my mom thinking that my dad only loved her, while I knew that truth that he was cheating on her.

He cheated twice, and that's all I know about. I can assure you that he cheated more that 2 times on mom. And I'd have to sit there and pretend that my dad is loyal, while he is nothing but a cheating bastard.

"I regret nothing." I said. Although there was this part of me that was somehow guilty, I was convinced that I did the right thing, that anyone would of done.

 "Trying to act like the good girl, aren't you? Hate to break it to you, you're actually the villain here, not the hero. You were the one who ruined yourself. You told your mom which made me hit you. You told your mom which made her sad. You told your mom which made me claim my death, which made her depressed. You're not a hero, Kris." He said, standing up, heading towards the door. He grabbed the chair with him, giving me one last look then leaving.

I won't let his words come to me. He wants me to take the blame of something I didn't do. And I won't let him achieve his goal. I won't let him get what he wants.

That's not something Kristen Everett would do.

*****

Oi, sorry for not updating. But hey, now you know Kris' story, yay?

Since It was a long time since I updated, here's a pun:

Why did Winnie the pooh get fired from his job?
He bear-ly did any work.