Unwanted Daddy // 2021 Draft

𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒑: 𝑴𝒂𝒆 𝑬𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒐’𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍.

After the funeral, everyone began to leave the area, leaving it clear and quiet. Suddenly, a figure approached the fresh grave, showing a blank stare at the tombstone,

Mae Estacado, Loving daughter and sibling.

He removed his sunglasses, carrying one single red rose as he kneeled,

No regret or guilt filled him as he started to speak,

“You could have had everything, baby girl, I would have spoiled you rotten like a queen, but you-you never listened or ever gave me a chance to, and look what you’ve done, you did this to yourself... And deep down I’ve started to love you, I love you, Mae, I do, and now that you’re gone, I still love you, and I will keep loving you until the day I die... I love you, Mae.”

Kyle spoke in a deep whisper, then kissed the rose and placed it down on the coffin as he stood.

He took a deep breath while scanning the cemetery, and with one last look, Kyle walked away, putting back on his glasses.

It may be over, but that doesn’t mean Kyle’s infatuation will ever fade away. Mae’s beautiful face still marks his mind, including his dreams, as years pass by,

He still loves her and won’t ever love another......

That was until the equivalent face sparked his obsession once again...

Eighteen Years Later / Mae Wilson.

I ran and ran until beads of sweat dripped down my forehead. The pounding in my chest was the result of my heart racing as I continued down the sidewalk. The sun glaring down added to my body heat, making me sweat even more.

I loved it.

After completing my usual jog, I took out my earbuds and shook off the muscle tension in my legs, knowing my exercise for the day was finished. I felt good and energized, and then I headed inside, desperate for some water. Entering the empty kitchen, I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

I drank it until it was empty, then tossed it into the recycling bin beneath the countertop. My mom is passionate about the environment, so she insists that we do our part to protect it.

Unfortunately, my father often ignores her wishes. It saddens me to see the way he looks at her—with total disdain or indifference. I wouldn’t be surprised if he were having affairs; they haven’t shown love for one another in months.

It hurts me to see my parents like this.

Just then, my mother, Regina, entered the kitchen, holding an empty teacup in one hand and a book in the other. Being an only child, I inherited her honey-colored hair and petite frame, complemented by my creamy tan skin. From my father, I got his dark grey eyes.

I smiled, "Hey."

She looked at me with a cordial grin, "Hey, honey, you look like a sweaty mess," teasing

I giggled, "Wanna hug?" She playfully grimaced,

"I would rather eat a rotten chip," I laughed, faking a pout

"I'll go shower." About to exit the kitchen, "Where's dad?" I asked curiously.

She sighs, refilling her teacup. "He's working late," her voice had a bored laced in it. I frowned, keeping silent. I continued to travel to my bedroom, needing a shower, A cold one.

I always wonder if I was an accident that they were forced to stay together because of me, and they just kept their mouths shut and dealt with my presence, but that's speculation.

I'm afraid to ask or afraid to know the answer.

However, my relationship with my mother is pretty sane and close, so I'm probably just overreacting here.

An hour later, I finished with my shower as I sat on my bed, only wearing boy shorts, a loose crop tank top, and the towel sitting on my head. Since I graduated my college plans are set in the future; I just wanna enjoy life, get a job, and explore.

Possibly live on my own.

Hearing a text pop in, I pick up my cell, seeing Jake's name as I feel my heart race. He still gives that effect on me, and I love it. We've been seeing each other for the past year and a half,

But sadly, my father doesn't accept our relationship. In fact, Dad hates Jake with a passion, and I have no clue why. Jake's sweet, a gentleman, and caring; however, there's no changing his mind. Even Mom is confused, and she loves Jake.

It's weird.

'When can I see you, baby?' He texts.

I sigh dreamily, "Soon, I miss you... hopefully tomorrow"

'Just as long your dad isn't there and I miss you more'

I frowned at his message. It sucks that Dad doesn't accept him. It makes things harder between us. I slipped on a large shirt and left my bedroom for some food, and when I entered the kitchen again, there he was...

My father is late as usual as he pours himself some wine at the counter, and when he spots me, his eyes scan my appearance with a look that always made me shiver with coldness.

I hated it for years... I think when I turned sixteen, he started to look at me in certain ways. His odd stares made me feel so uncomfortable that I wanted to scurry away... Unfortunately, I live with him, and I'm so baffled why he keeps sending those unnatural stares, Body language--he's not supposed to do that, especially not with me.

A daughter shouldn't feel that way towards her own father. He even had his own dominant aura that I felt causing my tail to cower between my legs.

I tend to ignore it, but somehow it still affects me in every way.

My father and I's relationship wasn't like that with mom. We fight, throw heated glares at each other from time to time due to our differences. He's never fair

My dad, Kyle... Always gets what he wants.