My father

Chapter two

RECAP: I woke up to the sound of my door creeking open and footsteps approaching my bed. Since I was still half asleep, I squinted my eyes to make sure I was seeing this correctly. My room was very dark which made it extremely hard to recognize his face. He kneeled down beside me and began to take my covers off. The man put his hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming, as he pulled out a very large knife. "DAD! DADDY!" I tried screaming for his attention. But there was no reply back.

I woke up to myself kicking and punching the air. As I tried to catch my breath, I realized that it was just a nightmare. I turned my head to see that it was only 1:00 am. I rolled over as I tried to close my eyes to fall back asleep.

10 minutes later, and i still can't fall asleep. My mind keeps replaying the nightmare over and over. It seemed so realistic, it's terrifying. I get out of bed and walk to my dads room. I open his bedroom door to see him passed out with a couple cans of beer on his nightstand. My dad has only drank a couple times before, and I learned that it doesn't end well whenever I piss him off. I sighed as I walked over to him, shaking his shoulder to wake him up. I was scared, not knowing if he would have got mad at me.

"Daddy?" I said as I shook him gently. "Dad!" I whispered a little louder.

My dad jerked back confused as to why I was in his room. "Hey baby what do you need?" he said in his sleepy voice. I could tell that he was a little drunk, you could even smell it under his breath.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I said while kneeling down beside him.

I was a little disappointed with his reply. "Baby you can't. You're 15."

Although I act and seem much like a child, I am still 15.

I asked him one more time to hopefully change his mind.

"Please dad, I had a nightmare. I'm scared, plus it'll only be this time. Please?" I had instantly regret what I said. He looked very upset and frustrated.

"I said no!" my dad said with anger. I knew I had just pissed him off. If he was sober then he definitely would had said yes.

I sat there in silence, not wanting to leave. I felt safe right beside him. "STELLA!" I jumped. "GET THE FUCK OUT!" my said began to get out of bed.

I got up and quickly ran out into my room, locking my door behind me. I crawled into my bed with tears running down my face. He's never been this mad before, especially at me.

*The next morning*

It was 10:30 in the morning, and I wasn't looking forward to this day as much as I was last night.

To get ready for the day, I took a very warm shower. Once I was done, I picked out some black leggings, with a oversized brown sweater. I filled in my brows and added a little bit of mascara to my eyes. I then decided to leave my long brown hair down for the day.

I wasn't very hungry at all, so I skipped breakfast. Instead, I went down the stairs to find my dad.

"Hey Stella! Are you hungry my love?" he asked me smiling. I hope he doesn't remember last night. I don't want to bring any attention to it at all.

"No daddy, I'm fine" I replied. While sitting down at the kitchen island.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked me. I nodded, "to go where?"

"I want to take you out today love, it's been a while since we've gone somewhere." my dad said while grabbing his keys. He continued, "well let's go, baby."

I followed him to his car. The first 5 minutes of the ride were quiet. Until my dad grabbed my thigh. "Stella about last night... I-"

I cut him off, "Dad, don't worry about it." I turned my head away from his, embarrassed to look at him.

He removed his hand and continued to watch the road. "I- I'm really sorry, Stella. I didn't want you to see me the way I was last night. It's been very frustrating with work, baby. I didn't hurt you did I?" I could tell he was on the verge of tears.

No matter what, if my dad was wrong or right, he always admits his mistakes. I'd say it's one of the best things about him.

"Dad I know, but can we please not talk about it?" I said.

"you know I wouldn't dare to lay a hand on you, right Stella?" he said placing his hand back on my thigh. "Even when I'm sober or not. Baby, you mean so much to me. I know you were scared last night, from me yelling. But Stella I'd never hurt you." I nodded.

I liked his hand where it was. It made me feel safe for some reason... is that odd?

We finally arrived at my favorite place, Starbucks.

We both stepped out of the car and entered the building. My dad went to find a seat while I stood in line.

Everything was going great, until I felt a hand brush against my butt. I quickly turn around to see this very handsome, muscular, man standing behind me.

"I- I- I'm so sorry!" He said touching my arm.

I laugh and turn back around. I was uncomfortable that this man was still standing behind me. His sorry didn't seem very sincere. it sounded like he was being more sarcastic then sorry.

He then taps my should. "Hey... I'm Derek" he gave me a smirk.

"I'm Stella" I said while holding out my hand. He proceeds to shake it.

Derek clears his throat, "you're very gorgeous, Stella. May I please have your number?" He said while pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

I hesitated whether or not I should give him my number. I glanced over to see my dad staring at me. Was he watching the whole time? Maybe he saw what Derek did? Anyways he pulled out his phone and I began typing my number in.