Tuesday, January 1,2019
Around 9:00 am
Good morning Jo,
I woke up around 9, Mom always said that I was a big sleeper (as I already mentioned). She said I was like a koala and she would always pinch my cheeks when I was a baby. She always had adorable stories about me.
I went downstairs and saw mom cleaning the front yard while my idiotic and self-absorbed sister was in the couch, with her phone on her face.
"The least you could do is help mom", I said to her while picking up some trash on the floor.
"Whatever Serena", she replied and I honestly wanted to kill her. Anyways, I can't do that because that would take me to jail and I hate jail. Jail clothes is not a perfect fit for me.
"Give me that", I said and took the phone off her hands. She pushed me and pushed me in the wall to get her phone.
"What the hell Jane, what's in your phone that you can't take that off your hands for even a second", I said almost shouting. Mom came in and took off her hat.
"Your dad is visiting", Mom said. Jane and I both looked at her as fast as your head could move. I looked at Mom with my eyebrow raising and Jane was having this exciting face, which I hate, sorry I hate everything about her, (clearly not everything) and I honestly think that she takes so much time in her phone, she might someday forget that she has a family.
"What?", I exclaimed. "What for?", I added.
"To bond with you of course, and don't worry, he won't bring his witchy-wife", Mom said and we laughed at the 'witchy-wife' part. I admit that was mean, but funny. I went to get some cereal after the conversation mom, Jane and I had, and not a minute too soon, daddy do-gooder showed up. I know it was him, I could feel the heat of Hell behind the front door. It also smelled like burned corpse, not that I would know what burned corpse smells. I could hear the stomping of the devil and the door knob was sort of melting from the heat of him. I know, dramatic.
When Mom opened it, I was right.
I was imagining so many ways of me jumping into him, attacking him like a rabid dog, until I snapped back to reality when Mom greeted him.
"Hi Victor, could you please maybe text your daughters where to meet up with you, cuz I don't want you near my house, so this is a warning", Mom said and walked out to clean the bathroom. I was shoving a spoon full of cereal in my mouth, while death staring the plant that was near the faucet. He was coming towards me for a greet and a hug. But no daddy, not a chance in hell.
"Mom, I'll help you there", I said shouting and immediately walked away. I don't wanna see him and plus in my mind, he is already dead. Not to be rude, but if my father ever loved us, he wouldn't leave for someone who just showed him her panty.
"Hi daddy", said Jane from upstairs.
"Hi baby", says Dad approaching her for a father-daughter sweet shit hug. They can talk all they want. I'd rather help mom with the bathroom cleaning than to sit and talk shit.
"Why aren't you there chatting with your father?", Mom asked.
"Because I don't want to?", I said raising my eyebrow and taking off my gloves. "Honey, I may hate your father, but that doesn't mean that you should too", she said with her motherly eyes and her motherly sad face.
"I know that Mom, I just... I can't, I just can't and if he leaves with Jane right now? It's okay, at least I'm here with you, I'm better off without him anyway", I looked at her with sincerity in my eyes, but Mother can be really convincing.
"Aw, I love you too hon, but no, go with your father, please?", she said and I couldn't help but agree with her, obey her because she's my mother. So I went to the living room and smiled a little at him. i wanted to vomit.
"Serena, are you coming with us?", dear daddy asked and I nodded with a fake smile. I told them that I would just take a little bit of shower and wear something nice. Jane and Dad stayed at the living room and Mom offered them juice or maybe it was water. I on the other hand, just ran in my room, to the bathroom and locked the doors. I was so mad at him that I cried in my bathroom and was crying silently like I always do. He said that he loved us, but why leave us for a woman who looks like that bear in five nights at Freddy's and also looks like Fineas' platypus, Perry. Mom is the most beautiful woman, I have ever seen in the planet and I love her so much, and dad would just replace her for someone who looks like JLO but was beaten up to death, a woman who looks like a grandma, and is about to die next month.
I am really sorry for the Lord above, I know you're watching over me and signing a deal with Lucifer to take my soul to hell for being a bitch, but what did you made her from? Shit? I'm so sorry, I am so mad that I say mean things. Do you know what I mean? By the way JLO is a badass and I love her.
After all that crying and stuff, I did had a little bath and I wore something nice. I wore a pedal pants and a crop top shirt that says 'whatever' with a mini sticker of a middle finger. I paired my outfit with a simple converse shoes. I love it and maybe dad will love this shirt too, am I right? Totally being sarcastic.
I went downstairs. "Finally you're done", Jane said and rolled her eyes. And daddy was quiet, but smiling weirdly.
"Um... okay shall we? It's almost lunch, we better go", dad said. I looked at mom and smiled and also showed her my shirt, she looked at it laughing quietly, arms crossed and waving with her right hand. We got out and drove off with daddy's fancy car.
"Wow, this is so cool", Jane said like she was really enjoying this, I guess she was. She only said that, hoping that dear-old-daddy would give it to her because she compliments the car. It's really absurd. Jane was still on her phone, video-taking everything, while I was in the backseat minding my own damn business, uh hello I'm here if you've forgotten. Dad and Jane kept blabbing about some stuff, and then we stopped for a drive-through in Starbucks. "Okay, girls, what do you like?", daddy asked. "Caffe Latte Grande, please", Jane said.
"What about you, Serena?", dad looked at me smiling, he was creepy asf.
"I'll have bacon and gouda breakfast sandwich and a White Chocolate Mocha venti please, not to much sugar on the venti", I said speaking directly to the cashier lady. I ignored my father and my sister looked at me with a are-you-a-fat-lady? look. We drove to the next window and got our orders and I ate all of them. What can I say? I have food addiction and was diagnosed with it when I was still a babe. Jane took a selfie first with her latte. I don't know about her, but her life is completely about pictures and selfies and cellphones, text messages, social media and whatnot.
When we were finished eating, we got to the mall and boy was Jane really excited. Dad gave us each 100 dollars and he said that we could buy anything we want. Jane said that she was going to buy some clothes and dad asked me if I wanna buy clothes with my sister, um... absolutely not.
Dad said that he and I will buy some ice cream and Jane could meet us there. Jane has a lot of friends, and I tell you, her friends are shit people too. Dad and I went to the ice cream shop and Jane went to a shopping spree and she couldn't wait to text all of her friends. Blab about it. See? She's a self-centered, arrogant bitch. Oh god, I shouldn't have said bitch. Let's cross that out.
While I was licking my ice cream with daddy-dearest, I remembered mom's favorite food. I told dad that I would be back in a minute.
I went to that restaurant where mom would always go. I couldn't remember the name, but whatever. When I got there, I bought some burgers and fries and mom's favorite salad. Then I came across the book store of second-hand books and bought a total of 8 books. They were really cheap.
I got back and dad looked at what I bought. Admiring the thought that I bought books.
"Ah books, I love books too when I was your age, it was my favorite hobby, reading", I just smiled and didn't say anything. Finally Jane arrived with a whole lot of shopping bags. We got to the car and thank the heavens, we went home. Dad dropped us and when he was about to say goodbye or give us goodbye kisses, I went straight to the door where my mom was standing and dragged her inside.
"So how was the trip?", Mom asked us and Jane was really happy. "It was fun mom, but first I need to put these in my wardrobe, and I can't wait to tell Gina and Karen everything about it", Jane said and immediately ran upstairs to her room, typical Jane.
"How about you?", mom looked at me, her arms crossed.
"Do you have to ask me that?", I said with a I-hate-it look. She looked at me with a question look that says, 'tell me'.
"It was horrible and it was the worst, he didn't even said happy new year and it is still new year's today", I said and mom laughed.
"But in all that bad, I have something for you, your favorite salad, burgers and fries and I would have bought some drinks, but water is better", I added and she gasped in joy and hugged me so tight. We talked about it all night, even after dinner. Despite of a bad day, at least mom made it fun. I love my mom so much.
I went to my room and cried again, I guess I'm not over the fact that I also love my father so much and was glad that he came to visit. I am such a hypocritical child. I say I don't want him in my life, but still yearn for his love. It hurts me deeply, Jo.