The Art of Playing Pretend (On Hold)

3. Lizzy

"Dad I'm home!" I yelled as I entered my house. I was going to go over to Vi house but I think she wanted to spend time with Matt. They're such a cute couple. I wish I had a relationship like that.

I've always wanted a boyfriend. But I guess that my obsession with books and movies and bands with the greatest guys ever, have put my expectations too high for the guys that have asked me out. Eleven guys have asked me out, and they have all been rejected.

Harsh, I know.

I guess I'm just the kind of person who believes in soul mates. And because of this, I have rejected the guys that I didn't feel a connection with. Which was all of them.

I now regret doing that because no one has asked me out since the being of junior year. I was known to reject every guy that has asked me, so now guys just don't ask me anymore.

Ugh, I'm so stupid! They must've hated being rejected. Gah I'm such a bitch. I shook the thoughts out of my head and started to walk towards the kitchen.

My dad wasn't in there.

Where could he be?

"Dad?" I called. "Dad!" No answer. Ugh. "LUKE HEMMINGS WHERE ARE YOU?!" No answer. I groaned and walked out of the kitchen. I walked around my house until I heard quiet taking.

What?

I slowly walked up the stairs towards the talking. I tripped on my way up and yelped. Of course this would happen to me. Once I finally climbed the last step I quickly the noise followed the noise. I walked past the my dad's man cave, which was where the noise was the loudest.

Of course he'd be just in front of the tv.

I opened the door to see and empty room with the tv on. This was weird, I knew my dad was home; his car was in the garage and his phone was still here. I sighed and walked out the TV room.

"Luke..." My head snapped towards the direction of my dad's room. Before I knew what I was doing, I quickly ran to my dad's room and opened the door without knocking. It wasn't until I had actually done it that I realized that this was the worst mistake of my life.

I saw my dad on top of some random woman, thrusting under the sheets.

"MY EYES. MY VIRGIN EYES!" I screamed.

"Whaa...oh my god!" My dad yelled.

He quickly got off the woman and grabbed this underwear that was lying on top of the sheets. He quickly put them on under the sheets and stood up. "Lizzy..."

"What the hell, dad?!" I bellowed. "What the fuck?!"

"Don't talk to me that way!" he yelled.

"Oh screw you," I said. I walked out of his room and ran to my room. I jumped onto my bed, grabbed one of my pillows, and put it against my face. I screamed as loud as I could.

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I sat on my bed and with my legs crossed. I cupped my face with my and groaned.

This was not happening. This couldn't be happening.

My dad was doing it with some random woman. How could he so this? I looked at the picture of my mom on my desk.

How could he do this to her?

I heard a small knock on my door. "Lizzy? Can I please come in and explain?"

As much as I hated him, he deserved to give an explanation. "Whatever."

He slowly opened the door and walked in. "Hey, Lizzy. How was school?"

"How long, dad?" I asked. "How long have you been dating her?"