Unforgettable

Chapter 1

My father's slurred words woke me from my blissfull sleep, one that i was dreaming about living in a better place. He was drunk again. Something that seemed to occur a lot lately in the past 3 years. Ever since my parents divorce 4 years ago and my mother's death a year later he took it hard and my father carried me as his very own burden. 

I dragged myself out of bed and walked to my en suite that i was allowed to design myself when i was 10, at that time i was in love with the beach, i loved the water that formed waves and washed up onto the soft sand then would retreat back into the sea. The end result was my own bathroom with a beach look. I stared into the mirror and saw a girl with long black hair and a face with a red hand mark from being slapped after saying a rude comment to her father. 

In the past two years my father had grown filthy rich, what caused it remained unknown to me and i waited for that one day when the mystery would unfold. We would hardly talk, maybe exchange a few words a day but other than that nothing. I would have to look after myself, before he left for work, he'd leave money for me without a word. Whenever i see my father drunk, i always felt guilty, always knowing he would blame me for my mother and his ex-wife's death. I missed going to the park with him and going to small cafe's to talk and laugh. I could talk to him about anything, i'd tell him my boy problems and he'd give me some helpful advice and warn me at the same time. He would help me with school work and be a teacher to me when i needed help. Not only were we father and daughter but we were close friends too. 

Our small family was a normal one, we were all happy, joking around and having movie night on saturdays then staying up late until we fell asleep on the couches. Everything seemed perfect until my mother realised she didn't love my father and loved someone else. She met a man one month before my parents divorce, i knew my parents were going to part but i didn't think it would end up so bad. My mother died in childbirth, she was having her first child with the man she loved and was then her husband,  when it was too much for her and her body couldn't take it. She gave her life to her child my half brother who would now be 3 years old. After my parents divorce i would spend one week with my father and one week with my mother, i've met my mother's son once, his name is John and he has brown eyes and brown curly hair. His father was nice to me treated me like his own daughter. He tried getting custody of me but because my father is still alive, he, my step father couldn't take me.

When i was ready for school my father had already left for work, i didn't bother taking the car that he bought for me so he wouldn't have to take me and walked to the bus stop since i had a lot of time to spare. I had one close friend and sof course i had others that i talked to and hung out with at school but my one close friend Matt has been my friend since the first time he accidently stepped on my foot in kindergarten and i complained about my toe hurting; of course i was joking. He had beach blonde-brown hair and deep green eyes. He stood 6 foot and was popular among a lot of people but never socialised with them at lunch, instead he sat with me under our favorite tree. Many times i begged him to join his friends but he dismissed my wishes with a wave of his hand. That's what i loved about him, he stuck up for me no matter what. Every misfit that happened between my father and i; Matt was the first to know about it, every single time he found out my father had hit or hurt me in any way, Matt wanted to confront him and very likely throw a lot of punches but i through my cries i managed to tell him not to, because it'll cause too much trouble.

I stepped onto the bus and payed my fee. Everyone on the bus stopped talking and looked briefly at the girl dressed in tights, an over-sized hoodie and Vans before continuing their conversations in hushed voices. "Kate!" Matt hollered me over to the back.

I walked to the back and slid into the seat next to him, i dropped my bag underneath our seat and began a conversation on various topics, time flew by and we were soon at school.