Great, our family had needed to moved again. And this is would be the second time that my father had changed his place of work because of the promotion he had received a month ago, so I kinda see where it was heading and it actually happened. Not only that I am opposed of leaving the city I grew up in and the friends I have here, I am disappointed on what my father had said to me.

"The city we are heading is a good place to live and it is much larger than this one. You can even make another batch of friends there too, it isn't like that hard." He dismissed as if it is just a small matter.

No, it IS that hard. You can just make new friends at your first meeting; like you come agreed with something that both of you had common interest and you think you are friends with already.

NO.

Friendship wasn't made like that. Heck, I would have a tons of friends if things were that easy to begin with.

But it looks like my father wasn't having it at that day so he decided to ignore my complaints and just do whatever he wanted to do. Like, I am kinda offended on what my father had acted up on me. It wasn't just feeling offended but I feel like at that moment I wasn't that important as I thought I would be in my father's eyes.

And it was too late to realize that I had already exited the house in anger, crying heavily as I run away from home and from my father who didn't even shouted at me to stop. Father should have stop me at that time, comfort me and saying that we aren't leaving anymore.

Things should have turned like that. After all I am his only baby girl.

So I came at my friend's house sobbing at their front door, I didn't even bother to arranged my disarray features because do I look like I had time to do that? I'm broken and I need someone to talk about it so I can take out this load heaving my heart and shoulder.

I hate father. I don't love him anymore.

In the end, I spent a night at my friend's house, releasing every ounce of pain I am feeling as my friend consoles me. It's right decision to come at her house because I knew she can help me with my problems. And she is my best friend so she knew me better than anyone else including my father.

If my father didn't appear at my friend's front door early that morning, I would eventually think that he didn't care to me like he always told me but fortunately he came just a little bit dirty and haggard that ended up making me feel conscious because how others look at my father who seems didn't even take a bath before coming there.

But still I go home with my father the same morning to save me some face and just forget everything that had happened. I am tired and lethargic because I stayed up until morning with my friend and just when I am about to tuck myself to sleep is when father came banging at my friend's door demanding me to go home with him.

I'll just continue my sleep at my own room, sets aside the dispute between us because father wasn't even talking to me- consoling to make things great- and just remain silent throughout the way to our home and even reaching the house. I almost cried at that moment because he is purposefully ignoring me, I feel like I was just day dreaming about father's concerned and relieved contorted his face.

I've decided that I don't really like father anymore.

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When I wake up from my supposed nap, I saw that I wasn't in my room but at my father's car along with some bags that I assumed were our things placed at the front seat and at the carpeted floor of the car of the back seat where I'm sleeping at and father was outside talking with some capped guy probably employee of the gasoline station we had stopped by.

I almost blew up and screamed about realizing what is my current situation.

Father actually dared to sacked me up, without my consent, just to go at that stupid city where he is assigned to work at while I'm still sleeping! It isn't clear that I don't want to live to another place again?! My friends are left there.

MY LIFE IS THERE!

"Allie, you are already awake. Here, eat this for the mean time." GREAT. He is even acting like nothing happened. JUST GREAT.

"We are also few hours away from our new house. Are you not excited to see your new home?"

I pursed my lips and glare at him. I am so pissed that I don't even want to answer his question and do I look like I am looking forward for that stupid city? Isn't clear my answer is in my face?

"Why aren't talking? Anyway, just take this I know that you are already hungry." He offered once again the food he had purchased at the gasoline station in me. In anger, I swatted his hands resulting for the food to flew away from his grasp and splattered to the car. I saw how father's change in a blink of an eye to warm kind to fiery glare seeing the mess happened.

"I don't want it! I wanna go home! I just want to go home where my friends are! I don't want to live to another place!!" I screamed at him, hitting the car's front seat with my feet while my hands beat his outreached arm. I bet it didn't hurt because he didn't react to my actions and just stare at the splattered stains.

So I scream once again in hope of catching his attention and it was successful. He then took a few long breaths before he looks at me blankly and catches my hands beating his arm. At that moment I completely forgot being angry when I saw how calm my father is and a sudden fear crept inside of me.

If this is the usual bantering of us, he would get angry at me and punished me after reprimanding me for hours of how should I not do this and that which bores me! And then tomorrow he will forgive me and everything would turn back to what it is.

I didn't encounter this calm persona of him. He isn't a silent-type of person, he was vocal one and will says everything he sees abnormal in his eyes to me over and over again. It made me torn on what should I react after seeing his expression so I've decided to remain quiet this time and watched him clean the stains with tissues.

"We will talk about this AFTER we arrived on our new house and no, we are not coming on that home. I already sold the house so you have no house you can expects to see there. I also tell about this matter to your friends and they said they will stay contact to you." He said with his back facing me. After wiping the left stains in the car, he then proceeds walking around the driver's seat to start the car again without looking at the back seat to where I was.

I wipe out the wasted tears on my cheeks and sulked all the way to that stupid city where we heading and ignore father. I am not the one who is suffering anyway in the end.

As if he can tolerate not talking to me, so ignore me all you want, father.