Once my father was out of his stupid, drunk phase he came and knocked on my door. I gasped and chucked my phone under my pillow.
"Come in" I mumbled.
He opened the door, dressed in a tux. His eyes glared through mine.
"Chuck something nice on" he said "guests are coming."
I couldn't believe the words he was saying. We hasn't invited me to sit with him for dinner in years.
"Who with?" I blurted out.
He narrowed his eyes "none of your business" he said and shut the door.
I stripped my pajamas off my body and put on another nice blue dress. I covered my face with foundation and added mascara and clear lip gloss to make my face more dazzling.
I also added foundation to my bruises. It felt disgusting putting face foundation on my body.
I starred at myself in the mirror. I stood on my toes and turned around on the spot so I could see what the dress looked like from all different angles.
My height wasn't really the average, I was 156cm. I looked at my dress sighed. My mother had given me this dress when I was five years old.
"Happy birthday Jazmine" mum said as she handed me a big white box.
She helped me place it on the floor. I pulled of the lid and gasped as I felt the material. I pulled it out .
"Can I wear it now?" I asked. She looked down at me with her sapphire eyes sparkling with happiness.
"This for you when your older" she said and kissed me on the forehead "wear it in memory of me."
I threw my head back and groaned quietly as tears brimmed in my eyes. I remember that day so clearly. I blinked the tears away and walked down the stairs. The cellar was already cleaned and the dining table was set as well.
My father sat peacefully on the couch texting on his phone and looked up at me as I entered the room. He studied my dress and quickly looked down.
"The guests will be here any minute" he said and stood up.
He walked to the door. I tagged along.
Through the window I saw a car arrive with it's headlights on, almost blinding me. Five people walked out of the car. My father yanked my hair causing my head fling back.
"You came to visit from Portland, got it?" He said.
I nod.
The doorbell rang, echoing through the house.
"Hello Phil" A woman with blond hair entered the house.
"Hello Liz" said my father and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Liz was followed by her husband and three boys.
"g'day Phil" said her husband, Andrew.
"Hey" my father said and shook his hand.
"Phil these are my boys Luke, Ben and Jack Hemmings" said Liz.
My father smiled warmingly and shook their hands. I looked at my father, desperately wanting him to look at me like that.
"And who's this?" Liz asks and all heads snap to me.
I smile awkwardly. My father cleared his throat.
"Liz, this is my daughter Jazmine-"
He ranted on about how he couldn't look after me.
He pretended to look ashamed.
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Pain (L.H)
FanfictionShe loses, And falls apart, Her broken heart was lost. Her skinned was scarred, Bruised, She was left in the dark. Then she won, She looked up to the sky, Saw the light, And all her pain vanished.
