Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

The orange shade of setting sun on her left only reminded her of the darkness she was surrounded by these days. The flickering of shades of trees that passed by created a hypnotic environment which then led her to think of times she spent with her mother while she entered the borough of her hometown, Ashbury. All the memories came running and it was a repetition every time. At first, all the good memories of her mother rushed into her thoughts and then all the sad ones void of her mother. It was this day that shed been putting off for past few months now but given the circumstances and Christmas holidays, she couldnt escape the inevitable and found herself crossing the boundary shed crossed one week after her mothers death four months back. It felt as if it all happened yesterday now that she was driving down into her town to finally visit her home. Only she knew how she has passed that critical first week after her mothers passing. She remembered her mothers funeral and her service which all their friends and relatives were polite enough to attend and offer their condolences. And how they all compared her to be like her mother but the more they reminded her, the more it hurt and the more she thought she could never be like her mother, Monica . She was a vibrant lady and a go-getter, having to offer nothing but love and THAT.was not Phoebe. Sure she might have some similar features and she even wants to be like her mother but deep down she knows that its not possible. They were so happy and few months before she passed away, Phoebe witnessed different set of happiness. It was time when they had moved and things for once were in their favor. Her father had been promoted and her mother was happy with her job, she was in school and about to go to college starting next term. It was perfect and happy time of their lives until it all went down in one tragedy, one they werent prepared for. No one even had a clue and it struck them. One life but handicapping the other two by great extent. What had been the scariest to her was when her father cried on her shoulders that night after her funeral. Seeing a strong man like him, depending on her for support when she also was in need of it was something she just wasnt ready for. She and her father havent had chance to be close but that night, she could feel his pain stabbing in her chest as he hugged her. Seeing him like that only made matters worse for her. That night, she went into her room after he fell asleep drunk and cried her heart out. The week that followed was full of sorrows as he dwelled himself in alcohol and she in preparation of packing for college. She was supposed to leave two weeks after but she couldnt take it anymore so one night, she stayed up packing and next day, she left without informing her father. She couldnt bear being around him, the house and the town that only reminded her of her mother so she left a week earlier than she was supposed to. She re-lived that one week just in last five minutes of her drive into the town as she approached her house and parked her car in their driveway. She couldnt get herself to just step out and walk into the house as if nothing had happened. She had never spoken to her father in past four months except one text message stating that she will be coming home for Christmas, realizing she couldnt always keep running. The winter had never been too cold given the area they lived in. She had a white top with navy blue shorts on that put her slender legs on display. One thing for sure, she almost dressed elegantly as did her mother and when she did, she looked just like her mother. The face at least, not the height. She also had a light jacket on, just in case if it was cold outside. She drew in a deep breath, readying herself to face whatever came her way. She had to, it was time. She walked to the steps that lead to the main door and pressed the doorbell, waiting for her father to open the door.