Love~

CHAPTER-1

"Alexandria!!" Sighing, I get my lazy ass from my bed and head to the kitchen, where my one and only mom is standing with her arms crossed over her chest.

"What?" I demanded with an 'I'm annoyed so better make it quick' glare.

"Honey, I need to tell you something," she cooed, grabbing two plates from the washer.

"Can you do it fast I got to go." Well, to be honest, I really didn't have anyplace to go or anything to do for that matter. I could care less about what she is about to say but when she poured out her words, I was stunned.

"Charles and I decided to get married," is she for real?

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed. I think the whole of China could hear what I just said and would be shaking their head in disappointment because of my mother's reckless decision.

"Language Alexandria" with eyes wide as the sky she stared at me.

"Are you kidding me? Even after that asshole left us you still want to get married to someone," I cannot believe this woman. Oh my God! Is she even my mom. That is surely gonna be a question for the next time.

"That asshole is your dad!" she said.

"Was my dad! The one who left us! The one who got infatuated with you! The one who cracked your egg with his unwanted sperm!" If it was possible then she would be able to see the angry fumes coming out of my ears, resembling an animated character.

"Alexandria mind your fucking language!" Says the one who just swore.

"Oh, sure I will." With a devilish smirk, I did the most sensible thing I could think of.

I left the house. It was not home, just a house.

From behind, I could hear a fading statement" is she even my daughter?" Well my pretty little mom, even I doubt that. 

I hate many things but love is the word I hate the most in my life. As far as I know anyone who falls in love either cry till death or commit suicide, the end. Well, I was one of the victim. I still remember when dad and I use to have a lot of joyful moments together but one day I hate to admit the fact that he chose money over his love for his daughter.

Pathetic right, I know.

And that specific night, I still remember.

"Honey? Get up we have to go." mom managed to say, her eyes puffy and red. Why was momma crying?

"What happened? Where is dadda?" She took a seat next to me on the sofa, burying her face into her hands she let out a streak of sobs. I went close to her and wiped a freshly rolled down tear.

"D-d-dadda left us, honey." I was confused. Why would dad leave?

"Left us? what do you mean he left us?" Did something happen to him? Unconsciously, a tear slipped from my right eyes. 

"He chose money over me. Over you, over us." Can I cry? Why was I not enough?  The pain was too much. How do I make it stop?

"Dadda can't leave us. He said he loves me and he will never leave me." he won't leave me. Who will play puzzles with me? Who would read me bed time stories and tuck me to bed? Who will take me to school? Who?

"He doesn't love us anymore and he never did," momma said looking at me, cupping my cheeks she kissed my forehead. A drop or two of teardrops fell on my forehead.

"I don't believe this. I want to see dadda," I want to ask dadda why he had to leave? I want to punch his legs with my tiny fist and make him stay. I want my dadda.

"He is not here, he's far away."

Hate.

The only feeling I felt for him. 

I was only six years old and since then I started facing the cruelty of this world. I thought life would be easy without a father, but I guess I can't be always right.

During parent-teacher sessions or school programs I was the kid who either had one parent or none at all to attend and cheer for their child, while my friends bought both of their parents with them I felt as if I was mocked by them, telling me that they have what I wanted.

Mom got to busy with her work that she almost forgot she had a six year old daughter. True, that she was working for me and to pay the bills but all I wanted was a bit of attention. Is it too much to ask for? Maybe.

Well, it was all in the past and my past designed my present.

Slowing my pace I realized it already got dark, so I head back to the house.

I hate being alone. When I'm alone I'm surrounded by thoughts that I would rather bury or throw out of my head, if that's possible.

Slowly and steadily I open the doorknob, which resulted into the creeping creepy noise. Arghhh! Damnit!

"Honey? Is that you?" It seems like I have to face her.

"Talk to me. Where were you?" Concern. It was written on her face. Well, the fake one, of course.

"Are you ignoring me?" Not as much as you have and I'm not Mother Theresa so deal with it.

"Ain't you happy that I'm going to marry Charles?" She questioned.

"Well, no I'm not. Is that enough for you?" There you go.

"Okay." Okay? seriously? Just okay? Well, that was easy.

Without a second glance I head back to my room and plopped on my bed. 

Tomorrow is going to be my first day at university. Without giving a second thought my vision blurs and dark takes over. 

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Well, that was it! My first ever chapter!!! ding ding ding!!!!😂 I hope you'll like it.

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