Juliet
"So how are your grades?" My dad asked as he took a bite of his roast beef.
We were sitting in the dining room, eating the lovely dinner Rose prepared for us. She went home a couple of minutes ago after she dished up and put the food on the table.
"My grades are fine dad." I mumbled, pushing my food around aimlessly on my plate.
"Fine isn't perfect, Juliet." He said, staring at me with his lips pressed into a firm line.
"They're perfect. I'm working hard." I said, glaring at him before taking a bite out of my mashed potatoes.
"Good." He said simply.
My dad was a classically handsome man with dark hair that had slight tinges of grey. He had a neatly trimmed beard that consealed most of his strong jaw. And he was never seen in anything but a suit.
The room was silent for another few minutes before mom spoke up.
"Did you like your present, honey?" She asked, giving me a half hearted smile with her red painted lips.
"You mean the car?" I asked, growing slightly irretated. I put my fork down in my plate and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Yes. It's red. Your favourite colour." She said, trying to sound much more chirpy then I knew she was.
"It's not my favourite colour and I hate it." I spat, glaring at her from across the table.
She ran a hand through her shoulder length blonde hair and sighed as she glanced at my father for help.
"Don't be ungreatful, Juliet. We spent a lot of money to buy you a nice gift." Dad said in a tight voice.
"That's right honey. We put a lot of thought into it." Mom added, nodding her head.
"You didn't put ANY thought in it! You did think, however, that you could buy my affection." I said.
I was actually really angry. It was obvious they didn't even bother to think about me. They haven't paid any attention to me since Julian died and buying me a car wouldn't make it better. In fact, it only made it worse.
"Watch your tone." Dad warned.
I directed my glare to him again. "If you even bother to try and get to know me you would know that I haven't set a foot in a car since Julian died!" I shot.
My mother flinched at the mention of his name and shifted uncomfortably. "Don't." she warned.
"Don't what? Talk about him?" I asked with a furious edge to my voice.
"Now is not the time." She said softly, frowning slightly as she looked down at her plate.
"Then when is the time mom?! It's been 2 years! so let's start talking!" I shot.
"Juliet!" My father glared at me, tightly clutching his fork in his hand.
"You act like he didn't exist at all! You don't remember the good about him. You only remember that damn accident!" I said.
Tears were welling up in my eyes and my hands were shaking as I tried willing them to understand. To just listen.
But they didn't.
"An accident that you caused!" My dad spat. "Greg!" My mom ghasped, looking at my dad in horror.
My entire body stilled as I looked at my dad with wide eyes. He said it. He finally said it.
I felt a tear slip from my eye and I quickly wiped it away as my father's eyes softened.
"J-Juliet... I didn't-." I cut him off by standing up and turning my back to him. "It's fine." I said curtly and walked over to the front door.
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Game Over
Novela Juvenil"You knew exactly what you were doing the whole time... and that's what hurt the most." |°•°•°•°•°| She was perfect. Happy. She knew what she wanted in life and loved to live. She was carefree and despite her grief and guilt she was always seen smi...
