*Tessa*
"So, Emily? " I asked already knowing the answer. It's every year, might as well get used to it.
For some odd reason, after my mom's death, when I turned thirteen, my dad married this disgusting women . God this woman hates my guts.Although I never tried to do anything that could possibly hurt her. Whenever I ask dad about her , he changes the subject, just like when I ask him about mom's death .
" She might've.. forgotten about your birthday " Dad lied .
This man has been my shelter ever since we lost mom, he has been great to me, he makes the best breakfast, reads me the best night stories, gives me the best goodnight kisses, but damn it the man can never lie.
" Dad do you think I'm somehow living in some far away fairy tale? I know she can't stand me breathing next to her and to be really honest, I really do not care . "
Like always , he changed the subject . He started singing me happy birthday .
"Alright, I've got some good news in store for you. " Dad said as he finished.
" Finally!" I came closer.
" Last three years, well we didn't get to properly celebrate your birthday because of my work shit life and-"
" Language" I warned him
" Yup, right, as I was saying, YOU GET 3 WISHES!" he suddenly yelled.
I excitedly came closer to the candles
" really?" I whispered in a dramatic way, faking tears in my eyes.
" Oh yes, darling, yes!"
" My first wish would be, well I hope that the damn stupid people would just stop thinking that animals are somehow monsters " I angrily stated.
" I know that's nonsense sweetie pie , but we have to deal with it the way it is "
I took in a deep breath because I didn't want that to ruin my day .
" My second wish is , of course, every year's wish, I hope dad never leaves my side " I gave him a joyful smile .
Dad crossed his heart and said
" I promise you Tessa I'll never leave you " Dad said softly .
we both smiled .
He started making fake drum sounds.
" Andddd... Last wish!"
I came closer to the candles one last time
" My third and last wish is, I hope.. I can get at least , just one chance , to.....see mom . I just wanna hold her hands , I wanna talk to her , I wanna hear her voice " I said, feeling a little blue all of a sudden.
" If you had the chance to talk to her , what will you tell her ? What will you ask her to do ? " dad asked me. I think he was trying to get my mind off of it, absolutely not working though.
" I won't ask for much . Just for -"
I stopped .I didn't want to continue . I was focusing so hard on forgetting what I wanted to say .
I didn't want to say those words .Too many thoughts were racing through my brain.
" What would it be sweetie pie ? " dad insisted .
I started to shake before even saying a single word.
" I would ask her not to leave .... "
" Oh sweetie pie , if your mom was here , she wouldn't want you to cry over her " dad said .
But I was done with staying in the dark .
" Why ' if ' huh ? I have all the damn rights in this world to know why and how my mom died ! Why isn't she still here? How did she even go ? Every time I ask you you change the subject, but you know what dad ? I'm sick of it . I wanna know why I don't wake up every morning to the voice of my mom ? I wanna know why i was left alone in this world here , with you ..... only . "
I guess I was screaming my freaking lungs out by now .I had no control over anything anymore. I tried to keep my hands as close to me as possible - I didn't want to break anything .Dad didn't know what to say .
Finally , the stupidest words came out of his mouth .
" It's for the best " he simply said .
He was so calm that it made me rage even further .
He spoke as if I wasn't a step away from murdering him .
" You now what?! I can't anymore. I can't just hang around acting like I'm totally okay with having no clue why I don't have a mother " I shouted .
My face got very red that i actually started to feel extremely hot .I went upstairs saying no more .I stopped in front of my room's door .Went halfway down stairs .I looked directly into dad's eyes .
" Try your best not coming near my room until you tell me the truth, the complete one. "
I went up to my room. I sat on my bed .I just sat there, over thinking .
I heard dad coming upstairs .Deep down , I wanted him to come in. I wanted him to take me deep into his arms and tell me that ' it'll be just fine ' ,but he didn't . He didn't even come in .What's he thinking about now ? Maybe he isn't even there anymore .Maybe he simply doesn't care.