Chapter 2 The Truth Hurts

Mysterious _ Tribrid : Hold your words to yourself. If you have nothing else to do just look for something to keep you occupied.

Stop trying to frustrate other people's life all because your life is a shit. If your day isn't going exactly the way you want it to, you can take out your frustrations on the person who caused it. I don't need someone like you in my life.

Stop sending messages to me.

I hit the send button.

Switching off my data, I keep my phone on the bedside table, and decide to have a little rest before I go downstairs.

*

I check the time on my wall clock. Seeing it's almost 10 o'clock, I decide to head down to make breakfast.

By now, the father is already at his office, there will be nothing like an accidental run-in with him.

Getting dressed in loose shorts and a tank top, I put on my fluffy cat slippers before leaving for the Kitchen.

Father isn't around, but that didn't stop me from tiptoeing downstairs to avoid making any noise.

Father hates it when I make any noise, especially today.

A person will think today will be the best day of my life since it's my birthday, but it's not. To my father, it was the worst day of his life. Today makes it the eighteenth year he lost the love of his life.

You must have probably guessed it now, my mother died while giving birth to me. This is one of the numerous reasons why my father hates me.

He always says it would have been better if I was the one who died and not my mother. Had I been the one who died, my father won't feel anything, so far as he has the love of his life with him.

Climbing down the stairs, I did it with real carefulness. I made sure my slippers never made any noise.

A person can never be too careful. Who knows, father might not have gone to work as he does on most of my birthdays.

He spends the day at home mourning the death of his wife. Usually, he goes to her monument.

Halfway to the kitchen, I stop dead in my tracks when I see who it is that's sitting on the dining table.

Figures, the daddy monster didn't go to work. Today must be one of those days he decides to spend at home.

With him already in the kitchen, I made to turn, and that's when my stupid slippers decided to squeak.

Oh my God!

Please let him be too engrossed in thoughts to hear the sound. Please, oh, please.

"Must you infect the world with your presence all the time?" He says in the normal voice he always makes use of *and when I say normal, it's the tone an angry giant makes use of when a human disturbs him.*

Taking a very deep, steady breath, I turn towards him.

"Good morning." I force a smile, one that didn't reach my face at all. The smile just stopped at my mouth.

"What's good about the morning?" He angrily asks. "What's so good about the day when you frequently show your disgusting face?"

"Hi." I nervously tug my top. I don't know what to do or say, as walking out on him isn't an option at all.

Father has made it apparent that I should in no way walk out on him when he's speaking with me. That said, I can't work out now.

"Can't talk?" He scoffs. "You're a disgrace to the world. A shame to your mother. Having a daughter like you is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

I know

You've not failed to tell me how much of a disgrace I am. You've not failed to tell me how much I repulse you.

I know all of that. You don't need to open a closed wound

"You decide to come out today. What for? To laugh at me. To flaunt your disgusting self to me." He angrily hits the table. The sound causes me to flinch. A whimper escaped from me.

My actions appear to enrage him the more.

"Aren't you pathetic? Always acting as scared as a baby "

"Am sorry." I looked down.

"Sorry? What will sorry solve? Will it bring back my wife? Will it bring back the mother you so mercilessly killed?"

I stand there without talking. This is the position I always take whenever he's renting out his problems, and I'll stay this way until he decides he's through with me. Only then will I be allowed to leave.

"Answer me!" He throws a ceramic plate down. The sound it made as it shatters caused me to jump in fright.

"Nothing!"

"Nothing? Of course, you know, the sorry word will bring back absolutely nothing." He sits back on the chair. "Just go ahead to your room. I would rather not see you around me." He makes a shooing motion toward me.

"The shards...."

"Just leave! You disgust me more."

Without waiting for anything else, I run back to the only haven I have.

I run back to my room to cry my heart out.

*

Father stayed until late afternoon, and that was when he left.

Only then did I get the opportunity to go downstairs to eat a late lunch.

Hastily making a sandwich, I run back upstairs with an orange juice.

I can't afford to be caught downstairs by my father. I'm not desiring an emotional talk.

The one I had this morning is enough for today. I don't think I can endure more of his emotional Abuse.

*

The moment I switch on my data and connect to Wattpad, that's when I notice the new message sent by the insufferable male.

Invincible_Scars: The truth hurts. People like you don't want to know the truth. It takes someone like me who's experienced so much in life to know an attention seeker like you.

I'll advise you, love. Stop making others pity you. It's not the right way of seeking attention. You're disgusting to everyone who comes across you. mood changer ! Who on this earth is this guy ? Why can't he mind his own business and let me be .