Chapter
1
“So what do
you wanna tell me babe?” Zackary, my soon-to-be-ex-but-doesn’t-know-it asked.
“Zackary...”
I started not knowing how to tell it. As he moved closer to kiss me, words
poured from my mouth.
“We’re
over.” I said simply and opened his car’s door.
“What are
you talking about?” he said, baffled.
“I said that
we were over.”
“You can’t
leave me.” He challenged.
“Look” I
said, got out of the car and slammed the door. “See, it’s easy, i leave you.”
“What did I
do wrong?” he cried.
“You’d never paid
enough attention, you saw me as your property, you basically went mad all the
time whenever you saw me with a male, you didn’t even bother to listen to me
when i want to explain things.And last but not least, you cheated on me and
everytime i mentioned about it you just went like ‘We’re friends’.I may well be
a blonde but i’m not blind nor deaf not to see or hear your actions.” I said in
one breath. I started getting angry, i wanted this guy to be out of my life.
“I’m so
sorry.” He pleaded sending me one of his puppy dog looks but...
“Nah, it’s
just too late.” I said.
“Bitch.” He
retorted and drove off.
I sighed
with relief. Finally I had got rid of that jerk. I turned around on my heels
and faced my beautiful house. There I saw my dad, standing under porch, arms
overlapped, staring me. I realized the freezing look on his eyes, but i
continued walking.
“Hi dad.” I
said and placed a kiss on his cheek and entered inside, closely following by
him.
“Granny!” I
shouted excitedly when i saw her in the living room, she was stilll living in
LA, while we were still in Tampa.
“Honey I
missed you so much!” she said as we hugged each other tightly.
“Mom,
enough.” Dad said in a serious voice. We pulled apart and looked at him
dumbfounded.
“Yes Dad?”
“Why am I
seeing your underwear when you are walking?” he asked, his eyes were still two
pieces of ice. What was that? Cloth checkin or something? But I couldn’t find
the courage to answer, just looked down.
“Have you
ever thought that your skirt helped you about that?” he continued.
“Dad, it’s a
normal size. And you were with me when i bought it.”
“Okay, we’re
leaving the skirt subject aside...how many times that i exactly told you that
you’re exactly not allowed to see that freak?” his tone had got higher and
higher with every word and basically he shouted at the end.
“But...” i
wanted to say but he began yelling again.
“How many
times? 2? 3? 4? 10? I don't know cos I’ve lost the count! But you came home with
him today!”
“Dad listen
please...just for a minute...”
“Listen
what?” he shouted but then went all silent. I think granny’s eyes made him
stop.
“I broke up
with him today!” I shouted back. “I was aware of what he was doing to me and I
couldn’t able to hold back anymore!” I
stormed out of living room and walked up to my room.
I don’t know
what had got him but I’ve never seen my dad that angry. I don’t know where i
got this personality from either, but i just can’t get mad at him. He’s always
been right, may be that’s why he’s my dad.
I quickly
dressed into more comfortable clothes and sat down at my desk, i’ve had tons of
homework waiting for me. I opened my notepad and read the subject of my English
homework: A composition about your mother, at least two pages. Damn! I’ll get
the first F on my life. Why? Cos i don’t have a mom to write about...
Maybe now,
it’s time to tell you about myself.
My name’s
Skylar Jaime. A typical 17 year old. But i have a difference from other
girls...My father is a Backstreet Boy.
Yup, he’s
still a Backstreet Boy, even at the age 34. They’re still doin’ really good,
hit after hit, concert after concert and all...Yeah, there are still screaming
fans there but screams are not coming for their looks but their voices. It was
the same in the past and now it still is. For me, I have 17 years difference
with my dad, which isn’t very much, we’re just like friends most of the time,
but he’s a dad and he’s showing it somehow.
I don’t have
a mom, that’s true. I really don’t. I’ve never felt any love like mother’s love
or anything. Hey, i still like my life. You can’t miss or need something you’ve
never known right?
I don’t have
any picture or memory of her either. Dad hated to talk about it, i know cos i
tried. I tried asking some questions but he simply changed the subject. I just
know that she was a one-night-stand. “Nick was drunk, actually it was the first
time he’d gotten that drunk, and your mother was just a girl we met that night
at the bar. She was really sweet, and she seemed to know nothing about us.
Later that night she and Nick got lost together. I tried warning him and he
said that everything was allright. One year later, he found you at the door.
I had tried telling this to him, not to
do something he’d regret afterwards, but luckily he hadn’t regretted.” Had said
my uncle Brian. After many persistence,
that was all he told me about her.
Does it
hurt? Yeah, it hurts. That the person gave you birth had NO effect on your
father, on your other part. You are a part of two, the two had come closest
with sex and love. But, in this one alcohol plays a big role. In spite of Uncle
Brian’s words, i couldn’t help but think about the regret thing. He would never
know what goes through my dad’s mind. Maybe he had regretted of having me and
maybe he still does. I hope he doesn’t.
“Sky, dinner
time!” yelled my grandmom from downstairs. I went downstairs and sat across
him, trying not to meet with his cold eyes. They are scaring me when he’s
angry. The next ten minutes only sound came from our large dining room was the
melody of froks and spoons. I finished eating quickly, helped granny to wash
the dishes and then went straight up to my loyal room to finish my homework.
Two hours later, I’d just finished my
Maths and Science homework while
English was grinning at me right there. Too tired to think about it, i
dressed off and went under covers.
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