Bare

five - liar

Livia

Honesty was one of my main values and traits. I looked for the truth in every person I met.

But then again, hypocrisy was also a trait of mine.

And when it came to my dad -or my family in general, I was an Oscar winning actress. Over the years, I had mastered the art of lying. I didn't particularly like it; I just had to.

What was the saying about liars?

'Strict parents raise the best liars.'

In my case, I'd replace 'strict' with 'judgemental'.

I would be so afraid of what dad would think or what Daniel would say, I'd just lie about the dumbest things. It became a habit; instead of facing the problem, I'd hide behind my carefully planned lies.

It was the easy way.

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6 days later

Today, Livia Wazen is being honest. With her dad.

Breaking news- Wait, maybe I'm supposed to say that before actually announcing the news. Whatever.

I'm currently waiting for him in his study after he arrived from Paris. He's usually cranky after a flight but I just want to get it over with.

Also William will beat my ass if I postpone it.

I have no fucking idea what I'm going to say. I should practice some kind of speech or an intro- Nope.

Too late.

"Hey dad." I stand up as he enters the red room of pain.

Except there is no hot Christian Grey anywhere near me and we're talking about a totally different type of pain.

"How was your trip?"

He sighs in exhaustion, propping himself on the chair facing me, instead of sitting behind his desk.

"A pain in the ass. I had a meeting with Margo-"

"Margo Delacroix?" I ask excitedly.

"Yes, and let me tell you, that stuck up bitch is insufferable- she thinks her designs are the best thing that ever happened to this world!"

Duh. They are.

Quiet, Livia.

"She should be grateful that I'm even considering the idea of collaborating with her, I traveled all the way from Toronto-" the look on my face must've given me away; he pauses, takes a deep breath and meets my gaze again. "You don't care about any of this, do you?"

"Not really but it's kind of funny watching you being the perfect role model who swears in front of his daughter-"

"Oh please Livia, your language is practically a long list of swear words." He rolls his eyes at me and I relish in those few decent minutes we have together. "Anyway, since you definitely don't care about my work or Margo- what did you want to talk to me about?"

I actually do care about Margo but it would be best not to mention my admiration for her, seeing his frustration with her, which would turn into frustration with me.

We don't want that, Livia.

"Well, um- Remember last year, when I left?" I start awkwardly, gripping the skin on my inner thigh.

"That's not something you forget." He replies sharply and I involuntarily flush.

"Yeah and we all know how that ended- In fact, this is exactly what I wanted to talk about, it didn't end well and I'm not doing well. I'm not over it, I can't stop thinking about everything and I think... I think I need help."