The Good Girls Bad Side

Clara

"I don't want her here, have you thought about my reputation?" my mom hissed as I hid behind a pillar and saw her arguing with my dad.

"She's not a 'thing', she's our daughter and of course she'll live with us." Dad retorted, straightening his coat.

"I don't want her to live here. We'll be fighting if she's less than a day away." She spat, and tears instantly stung my eyes. I bit my lip and closed my eyes.

"She'll be here, I don't want any arguments. I'm going to a meeting." My dad glared at her.

"I don't promise to be nice to her," my mother yelled, stomping her way to her room. I saw Dad sighed, shook his head to the left, and left the house.

I stood there wondering if my decision to come back was the right one.

I know I am an intruder in this home. I have lived with my grandmother in the country since I was born, until today, my father took me back to them. But it seems like I never belonged here.

I was full of anticipation, thinking that I would be greeted with hugs and kisses from my parents, and a welcome from my brothers and sisters.

However, none of this is what I expected.

My mother, the way she looked at me like I was a disgusting slug on a rainy day made her despise.

I clenched my fists , and suddenly felt that the place was cramped , and my breathing slowed down. The urge to escape ran rampant in my heart.

I try my best not to let my tears flow down, it's not my fault.

Pushing open the door, I ran out.

I don't know where I'm going, but as long as it's not here.

Anywhere is fine.

After a while, I was tired and out of breath.

This whole body of flesh has become my obstacle. I wanted to run farther and let go of my displeasure, but my size wouldn't allow it.

For the first time, I hated my obesity.

I was relieved with the cold wind blowing in my face and my hair flying behind me, giving me a sense of freedom.

I'm glad she didn't notice I was there when she was talking to him.

That just made me more embarrassed.

I stumbled back a few steps tired , well, I am so big that I tend to lose my center of gravity, just when I thought I was about to fall backwards , a hand wrapped around my arm and supported me.

Thank goodness I didn't fall over and embarrass myself in front of strangers on my first day in this new city.

"Are you okay?" A male voice said rudely, and I suddenly looked up at him.

Damn time has stopped.

The female part of me has an urge to scream when I see a Greek god in front of me.

If anyone thinks perfection never exists, I'll push that person's picture to that person and dump them.

I could gaze forever into those emerald eyes that have captured my heart and made it beat faster. When my skin got goosebumps, tingling erupted where he touched me, he immediately moved his hand away as if my touch disgusted him, and took a step back.

I, who was full of gratitude in my heart, was annoyed by his actions.

"Excuse me." I raised my voice, knowing my apology didn't sound kind, and that's what I meant.

"You 're not excused." He snapped at me, making me want to punch him in the handsome face.