❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞
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"What are you doing in my fridge?"
I immediately grabbed my knife strapped to my thigh and pointed it at the person behind me's throat.
"Seriously?" I whispered.
He wasn't even fazed by...
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Piercing open my eyes I lowly groaned, turning onto my side. Big mistake. The bright sunlight burned my retinas through my eyelids.
I covered my head with the sheets and two minutes later my siren like alarm went off.
I dragged my body into the bathroom. I used the toilet, washed my hands and brushed my teeth.
Still in my pajamas, I headed downstairs and heard the clinking of pots and pans. I slowly stepped down the last step, craning my neck around the corner.
I couldn't contain my smile as I saw my dad failing at making breakfast.
Smoke came out of the pot on the stove while the water in the other overflowed.
"Daddy?" I softly say, trying to hide my smile. He spins around with big, bug eyes and sighs.
"Nirah," he says and I rush over to turn off the stove before he burns our damn house down. "I was trying to cook breakfast, and I- it didn't go well- it's not going well," he breathlessly stutters.
"It's okay," I smile, kissing his cheek. "Who needs breakfast anyway?" I frown, picking up a piece of burnt toast.
"I guess I'll just have to go out and get us coffee and donuts then..." he says and I nod.
"Coffee and donuts are the only things that'll fix this," I smile and we both burst out into a small laugh.
I start emptying out the pot of water into the sink while he cleans up the counter top.
"I wanted to apologize," he says and my body tenses. "Yesterday. I disappointed you... I know."
"You lost your job, didn't you?" I ask turning around and he drops his head.
Ninty percent of his relapses are because of him loosing his jobs.
"I know I said that I'd get better and this will all be over but I just couldn't control it this time."
"I can't keep working two jobs, doing school work and coming home to take of you and the house anymore," I shake my head. "I'm so, so tired," I sigh and I can tell he's feeling guilty.
"I know, but please understand, Nirah," he says walking towards me. "This is my third job in a month, it's been rough for me."
I swallow hard.
It's been hard for you dad?
"I'll find a job soon, okay? And I won't fuck it up this time," he nods and I show him a closed mouth smile.
"Okay," I nod and he pulls me into his arms.
I wrap my arms around his waist and he kisses the top of my head.
"Two chocolate coated donuts?" he says and I can't help but smile.
"Add a jelly filled one and you're completely forgiven," I nod and we let go.
