Enigmatic ✔

36|What you want isn't always what you need.

Stella

"No, absolutely not, we don't know this Lucas boy and when did you start wanting to leave the house, Stella?"

"Mother, please, it's only a birthday party..."

I sit on the sofa asking my parents to go to Lucas' party but they will not even budge.

"I don't care what it is Stella, you don't leave this house for anything but school" She says.

"M-"

"We want to hear no more of it" My father steps in. "Now go to your room"

I'm almost eighteen. I doubt my parents will even send me off to college at this rate. I am not allowed to do anything, I really thought at least once that they would compromise, but I guess not.

Once I'm going up on the stairs I hear their whispers, "Can you believe her?" My mother starts.

"I don't know who that girl up that stairs is but she is definitely no longer our daughter.."

That sentence hit harder than it should have, how could father say that? I feel the tears start to slip out of my eyes and with that came uncontrollable pain and anger. For all I've done is be a good and mostly obedient daughter. I've done nothing to them but they continue to do every awful, evil thing to me.

"I don't even recognize her anymore.." Mother adds.

That was when I snapped.

"Recognize me?" I voice. "You don't recognize me?! Are you serious mother-"

"Stella, watch your tone with me, how..dare..you, listen to me Stella-" My mother says, surprise washing over her face.

It was killing me, it was consuming me, the anger I felt was taking over and in an instant the vases that resided on the top of the dresser was breaking into tiny little pieces on the floor. I try to pick it back up asking myself why I even just did that.

My parents step back in shock from my action.

They looked dissapointed and I stopped to look at my bloody hands.

"How dare you" My father firmly states. coming closer to me. The anger in his eyes is recognizable, I begin to fear what he might do.

"How dare you, Stella!" He yells.

"Father I'm-"

I'm cut by his hand, which connects with my cheek. I stand, petrified for a second. My father just slapped me. My father just...slapped me.

"Go. Upstairs...before you get me even more angry Stella"

I listen to him this time. I walk into the bathroom to wash the blood off my hands.

Broken pieces of the vase had got it's way with me. I see the water running over my hand and all I want to do is cry. How could I do something like that?
Now they will definitely disown me.

After I finish bandaging my hand with the first aid kit I owned, I hear the front door close. They've probably gone to find a consellour or something or to get the police.

I wasn't thinking straight when I did that. They need to understand that I would never in my right mind, do something like that.

I feel the tears roll down my face. Why would I do that? And how could my father slap me? He has never put his hands on me, why would he start now.