The Beginning of torture

That day was the most unforgettable day in my life.

"You b*tch! You're the reason why we lose this competition! We've been looking forward to this moment. But you ruined everything we worked hard because of your petty mistake! I thought you were good? Well I am damn wrong! You are just as good as a loser."

It was the 10th of September, and the championship of our Cheerdance competion aired anticipatedly. I skipped breakfast that day because I woke up late, I was so nervous I couldn't sleep. That's why in the middle of our dance, I fainted.

My team turn their backs on me.They even posted a video of when I fainted and posted different kinds of insulting memes all around the internet. Some laugh, others pity me. How do I even know that I'm going to faint in the middle of our performance that day. Maybe people shows their true colors in the midst of a trial. But then past is past.

At first, dad didn't know what's happening in my life but when he saw the post he decided for me to leave that school and I agreed. My dad was the one who comforted me when I felt depression coming over and he also encouraged me to get another sports. And I did. I begun swimming.

Dad and I were so close before my mother died of cancer. We were inseparable those times but when we lost a family member he became so cold and distant like I doesn't exist in the house. He didn't hug me nor kiss me anymore or even start up other conversation. He would just ask how is my schooling or my cheerleading. And that's it. He's not telling me those words of wisdom he had before or the funny remarks he would always come up, our conversations were so lively.

But when that day happened he immediately changed, again. And this time better than before. When I had anxiety attacks he would always tucke in my bed like a child woken up by a nightmare and I would sometimes wake up cuddling with him. Our conservation was more lively than before that I couldn't stop laughing. We became so close that I could even feel the changes in my father.

He gradually moving on from my mother's death, and he was little by little becoming himself.

But then it was the Seventh death anniversary of my mother and dad came home drunk from a club maybe. I was shocked when instead of mourning he was suddenly praising me.

"Damn, you are really beautiful princess. I can't take my eyes off you..."

At first I thought it was just a random compliment when he suddenly held my waist and pulled me closer to him. Not long, I felt him smelling my neck and kissing my earlobes. I pushed him. Not because I didn't like it but the other way around.

"D-dad what are you doing?"

It's like, a bucket of iced water has poured into his head that he immediately return to his composure.

"Oh baby I'm so sorry I'm so drunk I thought you are Beth. I'll just go upstairs."

To be continued

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