“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.