Awake to my Mr Perfect

wrong? Why could they never be happy? I started wishing that I had a different family; where everything was fine and felt like mine.

Seeing them fight like that, I swore Id never be like them but looking back now, I guess I was just a kid back then.

Mom finally packed her stuff and left, but before she left, I asked her with teary eyes.

”Why…why did all this happen? ” She looked at me for a moment, her eyes giving off emotions I couldn understand.

”Falling for the wrong person is painful. ” She began ”You don get to fall in love everyday and you don find the perfect one with ease. Let me advise you, ” she stroked my hair ”…loving is hard. It doesn always work, you just need to try your best not to get hurt. ” With those words she left.

I couldn bring myself to stop her or ask her to take me along. Perhaps I still believed she would come back and everything would go back to the way it used to be. Perhaps.

I went to the swing and sat there trying not to cry but I wasn strong enough. I broke into tears as I thought of my broken family. Mom was gone, dad became a drunk and I was all alone. My friends were also gone, what could I possibly do?

I was sure to heed moms advise and because of that, I didn fall for anyone. I entered highschool and dads drinking worsened. He couldn even recognize me as his daughter anymore.

Dad often saw me as a punching bag but I wasn one to take a hot for nothing. Regardless of him being my father, Id hit him back really hard. At first I started by hitting him with the nearest object to knock him out and if there was none, Id use my fist.

Such incidents happened a lot and I got acustomed to using my fist. That much experience in fighting became useful later on.

I got into college with the trust fund saved in my name and stayed in campus. I didn want to go home and face my drunk of a father.

I indulged in a lot of activities just to keep my mind off things and really let go. I didn trust anyone no matter how nice or innocent they looked. That only spiked up my suspicions concerning your motive of approaching me.

I wasn a pushover at college and I definitely didn let a matter slide.

Sure I wasn the most popular or the most beautiful but I stood out with my curly orange hair, sharp eyes, pointed nose and little plump lips. I was the definition of cute and dangerous.

I went on with my single life, always remembering the words my mom told me. I couldn stand the thought of getting my heart hurt. Sure I could takes a few punches in the face but definitely not my heart.