“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.