Wishful, Sinful || Ada's Family Home {Self-Para)
ooc; okay, so I posted a para a while back when Ada got home from the beach trip in La Jolla, and it mentioned her Papi, and how he basically screwed up her and her mum’s lives, so this is basically the next installment of my little plot. (if you would like to read the para, it is right here [x] :3)
After a moment of silence, Ada whirled as her mother appeared at the entrance to the kitchen. Ada looked her mother up and down for a moment, before walking slowly down the hall. From her place, Ada could see the large, black bags under her mother’s eyes, and her usual confident and stern stance had turned into a slouch. She followed her mother as she turned and walked back into the kitchen and Ada followed slowly. She watched as her mother sat across from a man, with his back turned toward Ada, at their kitchen table. “What the fuck is going on?” Ada said suddenly, shifting her weight from foot to foot nervously. Her mouth frowned uselessly at her.
“Ada, please.”
“Don’t ‘Ada, please’, me. I come home from school and you look like you haven’t slept in forty fucking years, and there’s a stranger in my kitchen. Who are you, by the way?” Ada said crudely, crossing her arms. The man stood suddenly and turned to face her, and Ada’s head quickly found its way to her open mouth.
“A stranger, eh? Really, Ada. I thought you’d remember your own father.” He said with a smirk. Ada stayed silent for a moment, as anger and confusion bubbled up inside of her. It must have shown on her face, because her father tilted his head, his brow furrowing. Ada finally spoke, in a slow, almost whisper.
“You are not my father. You haven’t been my father for thirteen years.” She spat, an evil scowl taking over her features.
“Don’t be so immature, child.”
“You’re not capable of taking responsibility for anything, and you have the hide to turn around and call me immature? You’re a laugh-fucking-riot, dad.”
“She’s got your temper, Tess.” Her father joked, looking over his shoulder at Ada’s mother.
“Shut up, Johnathan.” Ada’s mother said as she rubbed her temples.
Ada sighed angrily, before her gaze shifted to her mother. “Why is he here, Mom?” Ada ask quietly, desperation and confusion still building up inside of her body, causing her throat to constrict and her chest to tighten. She watched her mother slowly push herself weakly from her chair, and stand next to her father.
“I need him to be here, Ada. I didn’t have anyone else to call, and a few weeks ago—“
“So he just conveniently picked up the phone after thirteen years?!” Ada shouted angrily, jabbing a finger in her father’s direction. After a moment of silence, and looking back and forth between her parents, Ada’s arm dropped and a cynical chuckle escaped from her lips, as realization smacked her in the face with a shovel. “You’ve been talking for a lot longer than a few weeks.” Ada said in a soft, furious voice.
Her mother bowed her head from a moment, and her father cleared his throat. “We got back in touch about a year ago.” He said, without shame, without guilt. That was his way; nothing was his fault, nothing he did was ever wrong. He was the perfect human being. And Ada hated him.
“Wow.” Ada said simply. She glanced at her mother. “Were you ever gonna tell me?” She asked, her voice cracking slightly. This was new; confusion was quickly replaced by an awful realization, and anger was replaced with a vengeful sadness that she had never felt before. She didn’t like this feeling; she wanted to feel, yes, but not this. She didn’t want this.
“I’ve been trying so hard to not let it show, but Ada…” Her mother trailed off, as she wiped tears from her eyes. “I have been depressed for a very, very long time. I have been in debt for too long, and everything has been getting up top of me, and I just didn’t know what to do. So, I did the only thing I could; I rang your father, for the thousandth time, not really expecting an answer, and when I heard his voice on the other line, I just broke down; he was on a flight home the next day.” Ada’s mother said with quiet sobs rippling from her chest to the rest of her body. Ada watched as her father wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
“How very noble of him.” Ada said, after a long and painful silence.
“Ada, stop it!” Her mother shouted quickly. She regained herself after a short moment, and looked at Ada with sad eyes. “I didn’t want to worry you, sweetheart. I just wanted us to be happy again.”.
“Forgive me for not being happy that my daddy’s finally home. After a few weeks, a kid usually loses all hope that one of the only people they looked up to and actually loved was ever coming home; imagine how I feel after thirteen fucking years.” Ada snarled.
“Did you ever think to yourself that I was feeling the same way?” Her mother asked.
“Of course I fucking didn’t! I was five years old!”
“I didn’t mean then, Ada!”
“Excuse me for not being the perfect fucking daughter, mom. I’m sorry that I don’t think about your fucking feelings every second of every day.”
“How dare you speak to your mother like that!” Her father said angrily.
“Look who finally decided to chime in! Well done, Dad!”
“You are way out of line! I am here for you, as well as your mother. Who do you think is gonna pay for all those nights out, and all those clothes and all that booze you’ve been wasting your mother’s money on?”
“Why do you even fucking care?! You’ve never even bothered to check on me, or even stay in touch until a year ago. How the fuck would you know what I’ve been doing?” Her father remained silent, and a smug expression crept onto Ada’s features in an attempt to cover the anguish and angst she felt writhing inside of her body. Her arguments and her retorts were proving to be useless; it didn’t look like her father was going anywhere, anytime soon. Ada never expected he would ever return, and while deep down inside of her, right in her core, she was almost glad to see him and happy that he was helping her mother, this gratitude and joy was covered by a cloud of hatred and confusion.
“Ada…” Her mother said, as she moved closer to Ada and placed her hands on her shoulders, giving her the best smile she could muster. “I know you must be confused and hurt, but it’s just until we get back on our feet. Could you please just be civil? The both of you?” Her mother said, glancing over her shoulder at Ada’s father. Ada scoffed, looking at her father.
“I don’t do civil to anyone who is not you, Mom.” Ada said snidely, looking at her father. “You’re not getting a ‘best father of the year’ mug from me, so don’t hold your fucking breath.”
“You’re not getting a ‘best daughter of the year’ mug from me. So glad we’ve sorted that out.”
“Don’t expect me to even look at you during your stay. As soon as Mom is better and as soon as we’re rich again, you can fuck right off.” Ada said, swiftly turning on her heel and walking out of the kitchen, and stomping up the stairs into her bedroom. She resisted the urge to slam her bedroom door, and instead, closed it gently. She wasn’t going to give her father the satisfaction. Instead, Ada flopped onto her bed, covering her face as tears began to flow freely from her brown eyes, and let the sobs shake and ripple from her chest to her feet.
Be careful what you wish for, was her final thought before she rolled over, and purely from exhaustion and angst, fell slowly into a deep and painful sleep.
