Chapter two

My father tossed me at a corner at the far end of my bedroom, like a piece of clothing, and stomped out of my bedroom. His suit was wet with sweat when he left, he was visibly fuming.

I stood up and cleaned the dust off my body. My eighteenth birthday was the worst yet, I thought aloud. "What do I do, now?" I sat on the bed and cried, I was lost in thoughts.

My father loved me, and would never intentionally hurt me. Why would he fling me away because I asked him to stop getting erotic around me?

A call Interrupted the train of sad thoughts running through my mind. It was Shully, my best friend calling. She was always the first person to come to my party. And I got lucky this time around, my birthday was on a Saturday. I was so lost in thoughts, I forgot to pick up.

When she called again, I answered.

"Happy birthday to you." She sang merrily from her end, without waiting for me to say a word. I silently listened and enjoyed the melody of her voice. Whimpers could be heard from my end.

"Are you crying?" She was shocked to notice that I wasn't the usual cheerful Cammie, she knew. She hung up, and the next thing I heard was a knock on my bedroom door. I knew she was downstairs when she called, so it was easy to guess who was knocking.

"Camilla, are you crying?" She pushed the door open, and came in without waiting for me to ask her. "why the hell would you be crying on your birthday?" She strode to where I sat and sat next to me.

"I'm not crying." It was an obvious lie. I used my palm to wipe my tears, then I sniffled.

"You and I know that you are lying, now tell me, Cammie, what is the matter?" I sighed. My eyes rested on her pretty blue gown, dotted with white. And the blue shoes she wore with them.

"You look beautiful, Shully." I was trying hard to create a diversion. No one should know what was going on between my father and I, they would probably judge me or get my father arrested.

"Cammie, stop messing around, and tell me what is going on." She didn't seem moved by my tricks, I sighed again.

"Shully, come on, let's go set up for the party. The guests would start arriving in an hour." I didn't wait for her to respond, I left my bedroom, and headed downstairs. She came after me.

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air, while we both set up for the party.

"Have you ordered cake?" Shully broke the silence.

"My father did." I felt hatred welling up inside of me when I said the word "father" but I tried hard to swallow it.

"Your dad is so nice." Shully pushed the sofa in front of her backward a little so that it would be on the same row as the rest of them. There was a sparkle of tears in her eyes when she said that. She was a product of a broken home. Her father divorced her mother when she was three. She and her siblings never got to see her father till now.

According to her mother, he was an awful parent and didn't love them enough to visit, or even send some money for their upkeep.

"Unlike my father." Her voice shook, she was choking on tears.

"It's okay, Shully." I smiled at her. "It's okay." My chest was heavy, and my mind was blank. I couldn't think of the motivation left to give to her. She had to be grateful she didn't live with a father that molested her, just to buy her gifts, and trendy clothes. "Things aren't always as they seem from a distance. You should be grateful for your life the way it is, and stop wishing you were someone else." I cautioned her. I was itching to tell her that my father doesn't just give me lovely hugs, but behind closed doors, he abused me sexually. But I managed to keep my cool.

We were done setting up for the party and still had thirty minutes before the guests started arriving. I sat down on the yellow sofa, with white lacing. It was my favorite. I learned it was also my mother's favorite sofa. It had worn out due to age, but it remained my favorite sofa In the whole house.

My feet rested on the brown rug in the center of the living room. I looked around me and nodded in satisfaction. We had done a great job setting the house up for the little party.

On all the cotton rails of the yellow satin cotton, we put up beautiful ribbons, and balloons. The only photo we have as a family was at the end of the living room, close to the staircase, we put balloons all around it too.

A big artificial flower pot sat next to the stairs as well. It was boring decorations, but what would you expect, when it was done by two unhappy girls? All it needed to look like a party was cake, presents, and guests.

"This is perfect, right?"

"Right," I responded, absentmindedly.

My father stood at the door that led to the kitchen. He had changed from suits to jean pants and red polo shirts.

"Omg! Cammie." Shully tapped me. "You and your dad are putting on matching outfits... How cool Is that?" I turned towards his direction and pretended like I was just spotting him. He opened his arms.

Shully blushed, "you know the next thing to do, Cammie! He wants to hug his princess." Tears escaped my eyes, and I clenched my fists. "You hypocrite!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I never knew I had such strength within me.

"Your life is so fake!!!" I was disgusted that after he had sworn to make me pay for not letting him molest me, he still had the guts to show up In matching outfits, with arms wide open for hugs.

Shully gasped, I used the back of my hand to clean the tears that were gathering in my eyes. "You provide me with everything I need, no doubt. But you are an irresponsible pedophile." I stood from the seat and paddled to him. "Pedro, you don't want to get married, because you have a sex toy in me, huh?" I swallowed hard. I was standing in front of him. The height difference between he and I was evident and was what prevented me from slapping him. "I have endured this my whole life, but not anymore. I used to think this was normal, but I have grown to understand that it isn't. It's wrong to have sexual affairs with your daughter, but no! You wouldn't stop. I love you, or should I say I used to love you. I thought you loved me, but if you did, you wouldn't play with my ignorance. I don't think I can go on with this." I was so angered, I had barely noticed that he got me my favorite cake. But when I did, I took it from him. "Enough of the gifts. Enough of fake life. Enough of everything. I need a normal life, I need a mom!" I threw the cake up and didn't miss my aim. it landed right where I wanted it, on his face.

"I'm walking out of your life, forever! Never to return. Goodbye." I paddled to the silver door ahead, and just before I pushed it open, I heard the doorbell on the main door, people were beginning to arrive for my party.

"To hell with you and your LOVE."