Only Fate

Une

Delilah Pov

Fate

Fate and disillusion, two words that have big misconceptions and I simply don't believe in them anymore. If you are frequently being let down, nothing fazes you anymore is like expecting the unexpected but it hurts like hell. If you illusion you are setting yourself up for pain and failure. Fate, I don't believe in the idea of something or someone controlling my life or everything being connected, because why me?

I was just finishing my shift at the dinner and some old customer mentioned if I believed in it. I said yes but just not to upset him because according to my boss never disagree with customers because they are always right. I couldn't tell him how fate took everything I loved away and only left me with pain and suffering

Fate is pleasant to the other people because for me it was clearly shit. It was my first day being eighteen and I was not on it's good side

I finished closing the dinner and accidentally hit myself on the ribs with the door frame. I wince in pain not knowing what it was from, from ice skating or the person who gave me life, my dad

I notice the time and I was late...

I try to run as fast as I could trying to think of an excuse that my dad would approve of. I couldn't just tell him I got caught up so I tried to come up with a solution. My dad didn't like mistakes. I'm sure he doesn't even like me but for all I care I just want to get out of there and survive. To not be the victim but the survivor

I looked at my watch and saw I was five minutes late so I just walked inside and prepared myself for what was going to happen. To my luck, he was asleep on the couch with a bottle of beer in his hand. I walked silently through the hardwood floor but I had woken him up

"Where do you think you are going," he says trying not to slur his words

"Upstairs to have a shower," I say stopping before going up

"With an attitude I see," he says walking toward me

"I-," I started to talk but I knew it was better to keep silence

"What was that," he asked to signal to come over, I took a deep breath before walking where he was trying not to fall from the bottles of liquor

"Nothing," I say as calmly as possible but in his little brain he decides it wasn't enough, I wasn't enough so he grabbed my jaw with his hands and put me in front of him. He wasn't the tallest man so we were level

"You sound just like your mother," he says grabbing me harder in my jaw and on my neck

"Dad, dad you're drunk," I say but he doesn't like it so he pushes me and I trip with a bottle crashing against a table. Mom's favorite vase came crashing down but I caught it just in time it was all for nothing since a bottle of alcohol broke beside me and I felt a gush of pain. At least the bottle was empty so my dad wouldn't be mad but he still was, he always was.

"I'm going out don't expect me whore, I'll be home late and this better be clean by the time I get back," he says slamming the door so hard a picture from the shelves shatters

Then I sink and start sobbing as I try to lift myself up to clean the mess just as he said.

I wonder what and how life is outside this crappy town. I wonder if the pain is ever going to stop or if is it going to get worse. I clean the little glass pieces and stop to look at the picture that fell from the shelves it was a picture of the three of us before anything happened but it was folded in a way only dad and I appeared.

I unfolded it and saw my mom, her smile was vibrant, this photo should've been taken when I was around 6 in the summertime. I then receive a text from my boss saying if I could swing by the dinner tomorrow. I had two sources of income, the dinner and when I helped at the ice skating rink a few blocks over.