Daughter of the Guitarist

Chapter 19

It was finally Friday, I rolled out of bed and took a long hot shower hoping it would wake me up. After twenty minutes I shut off the water and stood in front of my mirror wrapped in a towel. I straightened my long hair so it fell just right down my back and in my face. I did my make up; I had no idea what I wanted to wear.

"Ugh," I groaned loudly to myself. I finally settled on jeans that hugged my butt, thighs, and calves, a red tank top with lace, and a grey Fall Out Boy shirt; I put my black studded belt around the bottom of my shirt.

I checked out my outfit in the mirror before sliding on my black and pink Audios. I grabbed my bag and went to the kitchen.

Mom was making coffee, "Do you want a cup, sweetie?" She asked.

I nodded, "Yes, please."

"Okay," she said smiling and pouring me a cup.

I added French vanilla creamer, a little bit of milk, and a lot of sugar. I took my coffee outside; nothing was better than coffee and a cigarette.

"Good morning, baby." Dad said sitting across from me with a cup of coffee and a cigarette.

"Morning, dad." I said smiling.

"How many band shirts do you own?" Dad asked with a chuckle.

"I don't know," I answered honestly, "like twenty or something, maybe more, why?"

"I was just playing with you," dad said smiling. "You look really cute today."

"Thanks, dad," I said blushing scarlet.

"Are you about ready?" He asked standing up and reaching for my hand.

I nodded, taking his hand; he helped me stand up. I sprayed on some perfume and we left. I was not in the mood for school today.

"Have a good day, sweetie," dad said dropping me off.

"You too, dad." I jumped out and closed the door.

Algebra did not hold my attention for long; we graded last nights homework. I only missed three out of forty questions, I was proud of myself. There was going to be a test first thing Monday morning.

When the bell rang I went to English, Victoria asked, "What are you doing all weekend?"

"I don't know yet," I answered, "I'll text you and let you know."

"Okay, girl," she said smiling.

Class started, Mrs. Mack started asking questions about the reading. I was way ahead of them, Romeo and Juliet was my most favorite play. I use to have a copy of the original play, but I lost it a few years after being put in the home.

When the bell rang I went to biology, we had a test on genetics. It was pretty easy; I felt like I did well on it. I turned in my test and went back to my seat. We still had twenty minutes left, so I pulled out my notebook and wrote a few lines for a new poem.

When I got to lunch Victoria was not there yet. I got a soda and sat down, she was still not here yet. Where was that chick? I pulled out my notebook and worked on my poem.

I was about halfway down the page when she sat next to me. "I thought my class would never end."

"I thought so, too, dude." I said smiling and putting my notebook back in my bag.

"What are you writing?" Victoria asked.

"I write poetry in my free time." I said shrugging. "It has always been my favorite hobby."

"That's cool," she said smiling.

"I write stories, too," I said, "but its been a while since I wrote one."

"What kind of stories do you write?"

"I don't know," I said, "its been so long since I wrote my last story."

"What about poetry?" Victoria asked intrigued.

"Mmm, I write about a lot of shit." I said, "I went through a dark time so all my poetry was about cutting and committing suicide."

"That's actually pretty cool," Victoria said smiling, "If you don't mind me asking, when was your dark time?"

"It started when I was eight, that's when the abuse started. My mom would beat me and my dad would drink and beat me too." I said tears forming in my eyes. "I was put in a group home for kids and teens, where I lived until about a month or so ago."

"I'm sorry I asked," Victoria said wiping away a tear as it slowly slid down my cheek. "We don't have to talk about it."

I nodded and sipped on my soda waiting for the bell to ring. When it did I put the rest of my soda in my bag and went to French.

Mrs. Hall put us in teams of two and we had to write and perform a skit in French. It was easy for me but Ashley, my partner had trouble.

"How do you know French so well?" Ashley asked confused.

"My grandparents were born and raised in France," I answered, "my parents taught it to me when I was little and I never forgot it."

"Is that why you're in French?"

I nodded, "Plus I wanna learn more, its a very fun and romantic language, its the language of love."

Ashley nodded agreeing with me. "Yes, I wanna learn it so I can be fluent in it."

"I am," I said smiling.

When the bell rang I went to athletics, then study hall. I did not have too much homework so I was grateful and got it all done.

Mom picked me up, "How was your day?" She asked while I climbed in and put my seatbelt on.

"Good," I said, "I started writing a poem, and I'm almost done with it."

"Anything else happen?"

"I finally opened up to Victoria about my past."

"What do you mean?" Mom asked.

"I was at lunch and Victoria and I got to talking about how I write poems." I answered, "and I told her about what I went through as a child. And about the dark poetry I use to write."

"What were they about?"

"Mostly cutting and committing suicide." I said looking out the window, it looked like it was going to rain any minute.

When we pulled up I put my bag in my room. I went outside to smoke a cigarette with dad.

"Do you have any homework?" He asked poking my side.

I jumped, I always hated when people did that. "I finished my homework in study hall."

"Okay," dad said putting out his cigarette and going inside.

I pulled out my phone and text Brian.

Me: Hey hot stuff what's up?

Brian: Nothing I'm on my way over there to see you

Me: When are you going to be here?

Brian: About 20 minutes

Me: Cool can't wait ;)

I put out my cigarette and went to my room. I brushed my hair and put on more eyeliner and after brushing my teeth I sprayed on perfume. My phone went off, it scared me, I jumped and looked at it.

Brian: I'm here come out come out wherever you are!

Me: LOL I'm in my room I'm coming.

I went downstairs Brian and dad were on the porch smoking. Brian stood up and picked me up in a hug. I loved it when he did that, he made me happy and made me feel like he really cared about me.