The Slinky Billionaire

Chapter 1 "Where were you!" my dad's voice boomed from the doorway the minute I entered my home. Suddenly i felt intimidayed under his glare and immediately winced and coward away at his tone of voice. "I..w..as..at..les..sons," I stumbled as I tried to form a proper sentence without having to bite my tongue. This certainly took me by surprise, I didn't expect to come home to this. Something must have happened over the phone call he received last week, other than that my mum had died two years ago to breast cancer. Every since last Wednesday when we received the horrific news that my mum, who ran off when I was 2 to be with some rich man, had died he had turned into someone else. It seemed like he was always angry and he also drank more than usual. The good thing was he never got to the point where he looked as though he would strike me. I was very grateful for that. He was fuming. His ears and face were completely red and his eyebrows creased his forehead. I quickly screw my eyes shut and await the wave of yelling that was bound to take place in less than a minute. After a few minutes, I found that the air was still silent. I peaked an eye open before opening the other to find a heartbreaking sight before me. There stood a few metres in front of me was no longer the strong man I've come to know. His eyes were now puffy and red as tears flowed down his cheeks and onto his button up plaid shirt. "I'm so sorry Melody," he sobbed. I nodded my head understandingly and wrapped my slender arms around his waist. I rubbed my arms up and down his back as I allowed him to bury his tear-stained face onto the crook of my neck. "It's going to be alright dad. We'll make it through this together" I offered him a reassuring smile earning a small smile from him. I grabbed his arm and tugged him towards the couch before heading up stairs. . . . I threw my High Sierra back pack onto the beige couch on the corner of my room before stripping off all my clothing and heading to the bathroom. A few minutes later, I was fully dressed for bed and ready to hit the sack since I had to be up.early tomorrow morning for school. I unplugged my IPhone 5S from the electric socket and plopped myself into my bed. I unlocked my phone to see that I had two new text messages. I opened the first one which was from Christopher, my best friend, saying 'good night.' I quickly replied back before going onto the next one which was from my boss at the diner I worked at once in a while. It was just her telling me that I had to come for the morning shift instead of the evening. I switched off my phone before tossing it into the basket nearby and snuggling under my blanket allowing myself to fall into a dark and bottomless chasm. -- The following day, I woke up to the annoying alarm clock blaring away in my ears in attempt to wake me from my beauty sleep. It surely did achieve its goal. Ugh, now I have to go face that hell hole of a school where I only seem to be liked by Christopher and a few others. According to everyone, I was the daughter of 'the whore of the town' who happen to be my mother who I never got the chance of actually remembering. It seemed though that she slept around with most of the kids at the my school's parents. Who the hell told there fathers to sleep with her? She must have been hood at attracting men if she did that. What angered me most was when the kids began talking trash about her last week after the news of her death spread like a raging fire across the entire town. If they thought I couldn't hear how they went and talked about her being a slut well they were surely mistaken. Even if I was disgusted and angry at her for leaving me at such a young age to run off with some rich guy leaving my father heartbroken, she was still responsible for me being here. I stared up at the newly painted baby blue walls before my eyes widen at the time showing on the clock. Shit! I was laying there for half an hour. I literally flew our of my bed, very thankful that the sheets weren't wrapped tightly around my body or else I would have face palmed the floor. It was freaking 7:30 and school started at 8:30. Not to mention I had to get a ride from my dad who had to be at work by 8:30 also. I took a quick showers and threw on the closest set of clothing decent enough for school. I placed my hair in a high pony tail allowing it to flow down my neck and stop just a little below the begining of my spine. I slipped on my red vans before heading downstairs to the kitchen ready to face my father for the first time after his outburst last night. The aroma of egg, bacon and pancakes hit me like a slap to the face as soon as I entered the kitchen. The low grumbling sound in my stomach didn't fail to make itself known as I felt like it was poking at my sides just to get out and taste whatever it was that smelt so good. The delicious, mouth watering smell didn't only fill the air in the kitchen. In fact the entire bottom floor smelt of eggs, bacon and pancakes. The moment I hit the bottom step on the staircase I was hit for six by the sweet smell and instantly knew that my dad was in the kitchen. Looking at how relaxed my dad seemed as he cooked over the stove, probably meant that he had cooled off from last night and that good night sleep surely did pay off. He was now back to Hus normal self, the same cool dad that would make me breakfast every morning and was always open to any of my suggestions. My eyes left him and wandered towards the open window on the upper right hand corner opposite the cupboard next to the stove which allowed the cool breeze to enter the kitchen. It felt so foreign being in here since I seldom did because I bought food from the food canteen every morning. Dad must have now realized that he wasn't the only one in the room for he switched off the stove before turning 180° so he was facing me," good morning sweet heart," he said in a chirpy voice. He placed his mittens into the cupboard before taking off his apron and replacing it with his blazer. I nodded in response and took a seat at the table and my dad soon followed after. I began eating the plate set for me. My mouth began watering as I devoured the pancakes, savouring the taste. I bit down on the last piece before carrying the dishes over and washing them out. "I'm sorry about last night," dad began to apologize. I wanted to stop him right there for there was no need to apologize. At first, I though he was angry at me because I looked like the exact duplicate of my mother as I have seen in the few pictures lying around in the attic. I soon came to the conclusion that his wounds had been opened up upon hearing the news of my mother's death. Even if she hurt him, he still loves her. Probably not the way he used to but their was still that place in his heart which she held. It obviously triggered his emotions which he tried to his over the pass 15 years and he needed some way to let them out.
"I was angry because of what your mum did to us, especially you. You didn't deserve to grow up around people telling you that your mum was a failure. She left you when you were two and barely had the sense of anything around you. She left me, a young 25 year old make with the great responsibility of taking care of a child on..h..is own," he choked.
"Dad, it's going to be okay. Remember it's always me and you against the world," I smiled," we might want to get going before you're late for work and I'm late for school." Regaining his composure, he picked up his car keys from off the counter before headings towards his car with me following after.

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