Desire.

Chapter 1

I slip through the tight gap between the door and the frame making sure my clothes dont touch the dust or the dirt. This leads me to a broken dark room with a terrible stench of alcohol and gone off take aways. Not surprised I shake my head and cover my mouth with my sleeve so I dont inhale the dust in the air.

As depressing as this house may seem, I still smile at the memories I have from my childhood days spent in this room. The fun and games we had in the bright colourful room have been replaced by arguements and fights in the now dark and lifeless four walls. This place I cannot call home again.

I step over the broken glass bottles which decorate the unseen floor until I reach a dusty piece of fabric hanging on the wall. With a slight tug the fabric falls to the ground making dust rise into the air and the room begins to flood with light. Only now the damage can be seen.

Broken furniture, half empty bottles of rum and wine stains on the walls. Dust which has been covered by another layer of dust. I sniff the air searching for the familiar scent of cologne and grass but the smell of alcohol disguises any other smells. Denying whether ill find the person im looking for I open the door to another room where I find exactly what I was looking for.

A sickly looking male sits awkwardly in a chair, head down on a table with his tongue out like a dog. Judging by the look of him, he hasnt showered or shaved in at least 3 weeks minimum. Disgusted I step over rubbish towards the man. Unconscious, just as I thought. I run my hands through the mans messy hair while I walk past him to the sink.

First I let the warm water run and wash my hands before turning it to cold and filling a glass bottle with the cold liquid. Without hesitating I tip the bottle over the mans head and quickly stand back. "WHAT THE F*CK!" Shouts the man in a deep hoarse voice. It has that iceberg sound. I chuckle and watch the man struggle to take a pocket knife put of his pocket.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. After all, you are the one who trained me how to defend myself." I say slightly amused. The man rubs his chin and drops the knife onto the table. "F*ck Tiara. Dont do that ever again." He groans. I pull the curtains apart and allow light to fill the room. This makes the man hiss and cover his face.

"How long has it been now?" I ask knitting my eyebrows together. "5 years." He answers clearly annoyed. "5 years of misery and you arent making it any better." He barks. "Thanks dad, I do try." I answer frowning. "Have you had anything else then alcohol since I was here 2 weeks ago?" I question searching the fridge. "No" He snaps and takes a bottle into his hand which I quickly take away. "You know once you leave ill drink again." He complains. "What if I stay?" I ask pouring the liquid out if the bottle. "You wouldnt. You have school and a life to take care of and I know you wont miss school. Youre just like your mother. A goody two shoes." He explains.

"Speaking of your mother, how is she, still with the so called mate?" He adds.

My mother and father met when they were 27. Both still didnt find their mates so they mated and had me. When I was 12 my mother found her mate and left my father who till this day hasnt found his mate.

"Okay I guess. You know, sitting in this room drunk wont help you find your mate." I growl and sit down beside him. "True mates dont exist Tiara. Youre 17 now. Wheres your mate huh?" He growls back. I frown at him for that answer. "Thats your opinion. I have to go to school. Ill be back and I expect you to be sobber by then. Im taking you out." I command and with that I dash out of the room leaving my father with a confused look on his face.