Can't Hate You

Daddy's home

Melissa

I gave up. And don't you dare to think that I gave up really fast. Maybe I did but I was really tired. I had enough of trying to get out of something only to get into something that was even even worse.

I just looked out the window with a clenched jaw and broken soul.

Leaving the city behind me made me think of what made me give up so fast. I wasn't a fighter. That was clear. I wasn't a strong girl either. Maybe I didn't even care if I would die or not. I jus wanted things to stop.

Remember when I said I wouldn't talk about the details because this isn't a sad story? Maybe the details are what's important.

My mother always wanted me to be a role model for other people around us. Everybody should admire her that she's raised a perfect girl like me without a man at home. Our social life was so important for her she couldn't see anything else. Not even me. I was something like a project for her. Just because we had a lot of money meant that we had to be people from the upper class..

She loved showing that. She always wanted me to pull up in fancy cars at school and other places. She made sure I would be wearing designer dresses and behave just like she wanted it. I always felt like a puppet whose strings she was pulling. Everybody knew who we were so I couldn't allow myself any mistakes.. well that didn't work well tonight but anyway..

What people never got to know was what's happening behind closed doors. We were living in a huge beautiful ouse which seemed so comfortable and lovely.. so royal but actually it was jus and empty cold place that never made me feel like home. I tried to be normal like the other kids and tried to blend it but that never worked...

She was always screaming at me. Whenever I've done a mistake.. whenever I forgot to do what she said.. whenever I showed imperfection...

She wanted me to be perfect. She wanted me to look like a Barbie. Talk and move like a lady. A bad mark, a bad word or people talking bad about me was enough for her to raise her hand at me.

Just because she couldn't do these things when she was younger. I've handled so much pain from her over all the years. I've done what she's never done. She put so much pressure on me I always felt like I was going to explode one day. Some days she said things that really broke my heart.. some days she coursed because she had a daughter like me.. some days she was aggressive and my arms turned blue.

I couldn't remember the last time we had a normal conversation since she was always doing her best in dragging me down whenever we were alone although I've tried so hard to do everything that she wanted. I've tried so hard to please her and tiny mistakes were enough for her to hate me. I'm just a human too.

No matter what I've done and how perfect I tried to be it just wasn't enough for her. It was never going to be enough for her because she was a possessed woman with complexes.. I know this may isn't sounding that bad for you but it was the hell for me. Dealing with her alone when she had her freak outs, anxiety attacks, mental breakdowns and other things was really not easy for me because I never knew what to do and I always felt so alone..

When I was younger my dad never used to be at home because of his business trips which took him so log... So we weren't a strong family. We weren't that kind of family which was sitting on a dining table together. It was always me and my mom and even tho we should have a strong bond.. we never had one.

One day we found out that my dad cheated on my mom with a younger woman in Chicago. Apparently he was already dating her already for a while. That explained his spontaneous business trips and other things.. My mom tried to show off how hurt she was but that destroyed herself and me. She was sad, broken and angry. That's when all the anxiety attacks and other things started.. of course she couldn't understand why dad would leave us because of a younger woman. She was asking herself if she wouldn't be pretty enough.. young enough.. good enough.. even tho she never said that, I could see it..

That's why she decided to kill me inside. She took several medications which surely weren't really good for her. Now I'm asking myself if these were real medications or drugs. I knew she was mentally unstable... I've already noticed that in young ages.. I did everything for her to keep her strong but that wasn't enough either and she never really wanted me to help her. She only kept pushing me away instead of pulling me close..

There were times I couldn't sleep or eat. I thought if I would sleep I would be woken up from her screaming and throwing several glasses and decorations through the house... or from her crying. So I was studying every single day trying to disappear in one o the books hoping it would be a good distraction and I could do something for myself.. I was praying. I gave up my life just to please her.. just so she wouldn't blame herself anymore..

Our family was broken but I had to hide it. I just had to keep acting like we were perfect.. like going back home after a long school day wouldn't bother me..

None of my friends knew about what was going on in my life. They never noticed. I was so good in hiding and lying at one point that it was impossible for them to notice so I couldn't blame them for not helping. I didn't want their help. I didn't want people to know at all. I never told them because I thought I was strong enough. I thought if I could beat her I could beat everything.. but that was nothing..

And I really thought that I found the love of my life. Matt was.. cool and different.. well that was what I thought. He was a player.. one of those who promise you everything just to f**k your friend behind your back. He just had an eye on my other friend Kayla all the damn time while I was seeing her as one of my best friends over all the time... and that since the begin. It broke my heart because I finally got to taste what being betrayed feels like. I could understand mom but I hated her more because this wasn't a reason to destroy another person. Of course I was asking myself if I wouldn't be good enough too but I wasn't as weak as her..

I really don't want to talk about my friends... I don't want to talk about anything anymore because it feels like opening old wounds. with every second I realized how fake my friends were. How fake everything was.. all this glam, money and other things.. none of these were real.. none of these matters... I've been trough all this s**t and I was only seventeen to that point.. and now I was sitting in a strangers car to nowhere not caring if anything bad would happen because anything bad was still better than going back home into that dollhouse...

"Are you going to get out of this f*****g car?" he ripped me out of my deep thoughts brutally. I realized that he opened my door and was standing in front of me. I looked up at him.

I never wanted to go with him. I was afraid.. I tried to resist.. but after all this could've been my change to get away from all the fakes.. I should let myself go and not be such a coward who was panicking about every little s**t.

What was life? Life was a game and it wasn't important to think of wha was going to happen because everything was already set up.

I slowly got off the car not taking my eyes from his eyes.

Elijah

She had mascara all over her face... her lips were plump and her eyes were red. She was quiet. She had the guts to look straight into my eyes like she was challenging me..

She was still hot.

Melissa

"And now?" I looked at him without any emotions because at this point I didn't care about anything. I can't say that I was numb. I just wanted it either t stop or to happen.

I looked at the house behind him and it wasn't a house. It was a mansion. It was huge. It was impressive. I liked it.

"Are you going to kill me? I wouldn't even try to escape." I said shrugging.

He raised a brow a little confused like he was going to ask me what's wrong with me but I couldn't tell him otherwise because a lot was wrong with me. First I was hysterical and afraid, I was screaming and or kidnapped by him and now I didn't care if he would kill me or use me at all..

But he didn't look like a douchebag who would do that either. It seemed more like he had a plan.

"Twenty minutes ago. You wanted to escape. What happened? You seriously haves me issues."

Elijah

She looked at the ground. She was pissed. I could see that from the way she looked t clenched her jaw. I knew that look very well but I didn't mind. Just like I said she was one of these girls who were on some suicidal s**t.

"Wait. I don't mind." I said and walked to the door.

She followed me.

I opened the door and we walked in.

Melissa

It was huge from he inside just like it was from the outside. Two stairs going up on both sides.. several doors which lead to different rooms I guessed and another huge hall which was straight ahead beneath the stair.. it seemed like another part of the mansion..

So much marble.. it was dark. Dark marble with dimmer lights so warm and elegant that I was amazed. If this belonged to him then he really deserves some applause. I could see that he was a minimalist.

I saw a few other people walking past us. Guys with papers and folders in their hands like they would be working here. And maids.. different maids. They weren't dresses normal.

Very..very..very short black skirts and a white bra. That was all that they were wearing and that caused me to look at them eyes widened even tho I didn't want to make it so obvious..

I knew I said that I gave up but that was very creepy. I knew he was a douchebag but what kind of mansion was that? Was he a pimp or a robber or something? I couldn't tell.. maybe it went even his and he just brought me to work here like them too.. I really outdent understand. It seemed like I just entered a new world.. and to be honest it didn't really bother me because it was different from everything I've seen before..

"JOSH?" he screamed and threw the keys on a random table while I flinched because his voice was so powerful.

He put his jacket off and handed it to one of the (almost naked) maids which were till shocking and distracting me. Weren't they cold?

"Daaammnn you finally arrived! Took you a while tho." I looked at the guy who I assumed had to be 'Josh'. He was standing on the railing upstairs and looking down at us. I felt so uncomfortable and nervous... And then I remembered that I still didn't knew the name of the guy who I came with..

"Yea..! Where are the boys at?" he asked.

"We all are waiting in your office!"

He turned around to me and his eyes went though my soul and back. I felt like holding my breath. After seeing this place I was kinda scared of what he was going to say..

"You're waiting here. I'll be right back." he put one foot on the stairs as I stopped him panicking. To be honest I didn't want him to leave me alone here downstairs..

"Wait! I don't even know your name!"

He smirked and looked down at me biting his lip which made my heartbeat faster...

"You can call me daddy."

My jaw dropped and I heard him and josh laughing..