Bad Girl VS Bad Boy

chapter 14

"What are you doing here, father" I spoke through my teeth, forcing words out of my mouth like it was cyanide. His relaxed demeanor turned stiff instantly, his fists clenched so hard I thought his hand would break.

"That's know way to speak to me Blair, after all the trouble you have caused... again" he tilted his head, daring me to speak again.

H put his hands on his knees as he pushed himself off the couch to tower above me. I flinched slightly knowing what was coming next.

"I can't fucking believe you, what the fuck happened to you actually becoming a lady? Hmm. Talking back to teachers, getting in with the crowd again. You're such a waste of space, the only reason your still heir is because you're my only child." Suddenly a sharp pain erupted from my stomach, and as I lost my breath I looked up at my father as he was pulling his fist back. It had been so long since he had hit me that the numbness I used to feel was no longer there and I hissed in pain as I stumbled back. Going down to the real inner core of my fucked up personality is my father. The one that sent me off to boarding school, when he didn't want me around.

"You think that your attitude will go without repercussion," before I could get away he had already thrown his fist towards me hitting square in the side of the face, I hit the wall behind me hard sliding down unable to fight back. I was that little girl again, weak and scared unable to do anything.

He was the reason my mother ended up in an asylum and ultimately suicide. She was so lively in the beginning, beautiful and nothing but light and colors as well as laughter. When we had nothing that was when we were at our happiest. As my father became more successful his marriage and family life started failing.

He started cheating one mistress after another, and slowly I watched the light leave her eyes. You probably want to know how I remember this when I was so young, but you can't forget the terror and the memories printed in your mind eternally. That was only the beginning sadly, it worsened fast. My mother finally confronted him on his affairs and that's when it became physical. The first time he hit her, the shock in his eyes were evident. She threatened to leave and he was adamant about straightening up. He bought her nice things, spent more time with me again. I was lulled into a false illusion of a happy family. It only took a few months for things to revert back to the bad. On days my father went on "business trips" I'd hear her cry herself to sleep. This lasted for 2 years, gradually getting worse till my mother became almost listless, introverted into her own little world. I was left with a nanny or by myself, unthought-of by both parents.

The day everything hit rock bottom was the night I walked into my mom's bedroom only to see herself trying to hang herself from the chandelier in her room. My screams were the only thing that kept her alive that time. My father sent her to an asylum when everything was quiet. He told everyone that she decided to use her new found wealth to travel Paris and London. I knew better though, my father became great again for a while. Not three months later my mother cut her wrists with a piece of broken pie tin, she bled to death ending her suffering. They say she died with a smile on her face, at piece knowing she would never be hurt again. Away my father who would have never let her go. She was nothing but a possession that nobody but he could have. About 6 months after she died his wrath turned towards me and by the time I was 10 I had been to the hospital enough to be one a first name bases with my doctor. I thought that if I became rough and learned how to fight that I would be able to fight my father off. Even though I am perfectly capable of fighting him off, physically I can fight off a man twice my size. Emotionally I can't hurt him, it's like I am psychologically damaged. Sitting in the ground my head reeling and sick to my stomach, I knew that this man could kill me and I wouldn't stop it. I was that little girl all over again. Alone, unwanted, with nowhere to turn. Even though he says it because I'm the heir and his only child that he hasn't disowned me, that's simply a lie. Something he manifested in his mind to keep from realizing the real reason behind his aggressive, abusive behavior. I was a possession to him, just like my mom. Her blood and his ran through me and he knew that. Unlike my mom I couldn't leave him for someone else. In his sick, sadistic way, he won.

"You piece of shit, why the fuck can't you be like your mother. Why can't you behave yourself, and be sweet and kind?" The only light in the house was from a crack in the blinds that he had disrupted in his angst to get to me. I had accidently shut the light switch off with my body when I hit the wall. So the smile that came over his face could only be seen by the dim lighting coming from the setting sun. It chilled me to the bone, the fear that wrapped around my body like an ice cold blanket, made my breath come out in short breaths.

In the silence, all that could be heard was the ac and our breath as I waited for his next move. He straightened up, fixing his suit and brushing off fake lint from his sleeves. He twisted his neck a little bit like he was getting kinks out of it. He didn't say another word till he was at the elevator. He pressed the button and when the doors opened he stepped in and looked straight at me. His whole body lit by the elevator light. "Have a nice night sweetheart" and with that the door dang shut leaving me in the carnage he left behind.

Hello peeps, sorry to do this to you but i was getting bored with the story, so i added more babam to it hope you love it

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