Eight Years Ago
"Mom.." I say with a small smile on my face.
My sister had passed her first music lesson and we're all so proud of her.
"What is it Layla!? can't you see I'm busy?!" She snaps.
"Oh.." I say, my smile faltering slightly, as I watch mom cuddle Heidi and give her lots of sweets as reward.
"C-can I have a sweetie too?" I ask.
Mom laughs coldly.
"Why should you? You've never achieved anything, have you?! Lazy little brat."
Heidi giggles and I look at her to see a smirk on her face, making my face fall. I watch mom whisper things to Heidi, making her giggle even more.
The door swings open, and my dad walks in.
I smile again, running to him and hug his knees but he just brushes me off with an annoyed expression, walking towards my mom hugging her and ruffling Heidi's hair.
What's going on?
"Dad..ruffle my hair too?" I ask hesitantly.
All three of them burst out laughing and I sink down in embarassment.
"Layla, we always knew you weren't the brightest kid here." He laughs "I just knew you'd be a screw up, right Luise?" He says and she nods.
"And I was right. You're a failure" He grabs my maths sheet, crumples it up and throws it at me.
"You spend way too much time with your 'friends' never on your education, you ungrateful little brat. We should've got rid of you as soon as we found out you were on the way." He spits out spitefully as my mum nods, still smirking.
"Dad I'll do better, I promise!"
I sob, tears streaming down my face, but he shakes his head, smirking. I look at my sister and walk towards her giving her a watery smile.
"H-Heidi... we're still friends right?" I ask, desperately.
Her smirk slowly vanishes. she leans forward and I thought she'd hug me, but instead she pulls my hair and pushes me onto the floor making me scream.
She laughs, my parents joining her.
"Stupid" she hisses, kicking me, before going to my parents, all of them walking out, leaving me on the floor, crying my eyes out.
What have I done to deserve this?
"Bianca what the fuck was that?" David says to me as we walk inside his house. The whole car ride was silent, no one uttered a word and I don't know why. I hate silence. Silence allows the brain to think about a lot of shit over and over. He already had a lot of things replaying in his head. He probably thought about how to reply to my comments. He just had this whole conversation planned out already.
"What was what?" I reply sitting down on the couch. I sigh of relief that I finally got a chance to take off my heels.
"Y'all got something going on between y'all, don't y'all?" David replies standing up
"I don't know what you're talking about" I unzip my jacket sitting it down beside me. I knew my nonchalantness would piss him off.
"Bianca stop fucking playing with me" David spat back. He's not the type to raise his voice during an argument. You knew he was mad when he starts cursing at you and says your name all in the same sentence.
"I'm not doing anything. I don't know what or who you're talking about David" I take out my phone and start to text Parish telling her how the event went.
"You fucking Chris aren't you?"
I just looked up at him making a stank face and then back down at my phone.
"Hello? I'm talking to you" David stands in front of me. I wasn't in the mood to bicker back and forth with him right now. I could've just told him yes, but he didn't want to know the truth.
He smacks my phone out of my hand. I look up at him
"Are you fucking him?!" He yells at me and that took me off guard.
"No!" I shout back at him. "Are we done yelling?" I ask calmly raising an eyebrow.
"You think this shit funny?" He questions "Go home"