September 29th, 2017

"Erik! Come on, the movies starting." I yell as I munched on the artificially flavoured popcorn.

"In a minute!" He yelled from his room.

Classes are done for this week. Remarkably, after the little incident concerning a student, Mr. DeChangey, and I, the class has shown a remarkable amount of resistance to full around.

Pretty good if I say so myself.

Besides the achievement of silencing idiots, I've handed in my first essay concerning the difficulties of the early years of Beethoven's life. Some may see the 110% marked paper on the fridge door.

"Can you hurry up? Hugh Jackman is yelling in Russel Crows face!" I roll my eyes.

And they say women take forever. Lord.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Erik ran out of his room, dawning a Hugh Jackman mask.

I turn over to him and almost die of laughing. "What is that? And where can I get one?!"

"I will never tell you. You'll just have to live without one of these puppies." His muffled voice speaks through his mask.

"Thank god!" I laugh, nudging his shoulder before turning my focus back to the movie.

"Hey!" He yelled and sat down beside me. "I look beautiful in this thing."

My eyes widen even more and I shake my head as I laugh. "Oh lord, please tell me you're joking."

"You're so mean today, Daae!" He mumbled and crossed his arms in playful anger.

The roommate situation, how has it been? Three weeks and two days full of waking up to broadway music. Only brings smiles to my face knowing I share some kind of bond with him. I couldn't ask for anyone more perfect.

As Hugh Jackman sings about a loaf of bread he stole, a knock is placed on my door, filling the room. What know? Can't I enjoy a movie and laugh at Erik?

"I'll get it. You watch your idol complain about bread." I chuckle and stand up.

His masked face turns to meet my eyes. "You like him too! I know it!"

"He was cuter when he was young." I say, looking back at him and grinning.

His masked face looked back at me and he shook his head. "That's not true Daae, and you know it! You like older men!!!"

"Ughhh." I groan and roll my eyes. "Should've never told you that." I place my hands on my hips and playfully stand by the door.

His laughed echoed the room."Too bad, your secrets out. I'll ship you with every old men I'll ever see."

We both share a laugh before I walk closer to the door. Whoever wants to disturb me now better have a full blown and logical reason as to why they interrupt me.

I open the door and to my astonishment, a man I never thought I would ever again stood.

"Dad?..." I mumble and step back from the melancholy door that once separated us.

His scruffy beard was the first noticeable difference. Grown out after his banking firm were caught money laundering. Caused my parents divorce and departure from Canada.

The clothes he wore, casual as if going for a walk. That wasn't my father. He always paid attention to every detail with his appearance. A typical businessman if I say so myself.

Only piece of him that stayed the same was his face. The daring blue eyes and the smile that lifted my spirits as a child. My father, my 'hero' and 'saviour'. Now someone I can't trust.

"What are you doing here?" I finally respond after examining him for what seemed like hours.

He shrugged and walked into the dorm room, uninvited. "Your daddy missed his little girl."

Erik now noticing the strange man in the room, paused the video and stood up. "Should I leave? Or?"

"Yes, please. We can continue the movie after my father politely leaves." I say, turning towards my father, eyeing him down as he stands in the living room.

He nodded and took off his mask and looked at my father. "Your sugar daddy or something."

I scoff and look back at him. "Erik! Not the time for jokes! Just go to your room."

Erik nodded frantically and left. Silence entered the room. Reminded me of the last time I saw my mother. How awkward and heartbreaking it felt to say goodbye. Lose a person in my life. A person I thought loved me. I was wrong. Absolutely wrong.

My father sat down on the couch and rolled his eyes. "This crap again? Aren't you too old for this?"

"This is rated PG 13. But that's besides the problem!" I yell and sit beside. "You didn't answer my question. Why are you here?"

He rolled his eyes and sat up Must really run in the family. I didn't want to see him right now, honestly. I deserve better than him as a father. Yes, he was my superstar as a child. Buying toys, taking me to places, letting me sneak a sip of his beer once in a while. He was my supermen.

However, when I grew up, I realized how much of a Lex Luther he'd been over the years. How distant and non social our relationship had really been. He was no super man. Not even close.

"I came here to see you." He finally spoke up with a reasonable answer. "My little girls in college".

"University." I correct him and frown.

A sigh came from his nose and he closes his eyes. "Why are you so stubborn about seeing me? I'm your father."

I don't answer, looking at the tv as the paused image watches back at us as if real. A picture of Anne Hathaway embracing an illusion of her daughter. Knowing the story of Les Miserable, the illusion disappears and Anne Hathaway dies.

I relate to her pain and sorrowful last moments with the figments of her imagination. Except my figments are real, my parents. My backstabbing parents.

"Don't you remember what happened two months ago?" I finally answer, turning to him. "Your schemes? Moms affairs? How you betrayed me?"

The once smile dropped from his face. "You're still not over that whole ordeal? It was two months ago Christine!"

"It changed my life! I had to move away from my home. Move here!" I scream back and begin to tear up.

He eyes roll once more as he sees tears build up in me eyes and he stands up. "I thought I taught you to be strong. Not cry when yelled at."

"You weren't even there for me." I wipe my eyes and stand up too. "You were never there for me."

"And I never will be..." He mumbled and turned away from me.

I look down at him slightly and bite my lip. "Why do this now?" I ask."When I'm on a winning streak? I have a roommate who likes me. Classes that excite me!"

"Better out than in. Besides, I don't care about your crappy winning streak." His smug smirk grew.

I scoff and cover my mouth from yelling. "First mom, and now you? I thought you at least cared for me?"

He only chuckled and rubbed his hands down his pants."You were only born to succeed our family name. Merely an accident. We didn't evenwant a girl."

As his words leave the comfort of his lips, my eyes water even more. Tears threaten to expel from my eyes as I realized how much of a bad influence he'd become. I cry every time I'm near him. My heart aches when he doesn't say I love you, spend time with me. He needs to go.

"Get out." I look up at him, my eyes darting his way. My desicion made.

His eyes met mine, his eyebrows furrowed. "What did you say to me?"

"Get the hell out of my dorm room right now!" I yell and begin walking towards him. "You're so horrible, and a terrible influence. I don't need you in my life!"

His face only boiled over with more anger than before. "I am your father! Don't you dare say that to me!"

"You were never my father!" I yell and stand on my top toes to try and match his height. "You were never there. You were too busy with that money scam!"

He grabbed my arm quickly and held it up in the air. "That scam made us millions of dollars. That's how it's paying for this university!"

"I don't give a damn! You weren't around, you never cared!" I struggle to break free from his grasp.

Only a smirk grew and he squeezed my wrist. "And I never disaplined you, did I?"

My eyes widen as I realize the pain as he squeezed onto my wrist harder. Pain I'd never felt before. No one disciplined me as a child. They were much to busy in their lives to teach the child what they could and couldn't do. It was almost something I yearned for as a child, showed that they were showing attention to me.

But not as an 18 year old adult.

"You will never speak to me like that again! You hear me?!" He yelled into my face as he began to let go of my wrist.

I look up as my trail of thoughts faded and saw his eyes. His eyes exactly like mine. Shared something with my father after all. Only thing I enjoyed about our biological relatedness. But I didn't care what his eyes looked like, I only cared about what I saw in them.

No more superman. Not even Lex Luther. I saw no one, nothing special.

My father was no longer someone who I thought would love me one day. If I tried my hardest. He'll never love me. Never.

Looking up at him, I bit my lip in anger. "I'm only going to say this once more! Get the hell out of my dorm! Or the butterfly knife will come out!"

I slip from his grasp as fast as I could, running over to my cabinet of knives. He bought me one for my birthday last year. As a way of self harm in case of creeps stalking me. Never imagined I would threaten to use it on him.

He only chuckled as hewalked over to the counter." My precious plum wouldn't attack her daddy, would she?"

"She doesn't have a father." I pull the blade out of the drawer and point it at him. "She never did."

No words left my father's mouth as the blade stared back at him. Inches away from his body, threatning to end his life.

I'd never seen my father run as fast as he did. The door flew shut as he made a run for his life.

I stood in the empty room, alone with only the salty tears which fell down my face. Two parents lost in the last week. No one to turn to...Except one person.

"Hey siri." I press my home button on my phone. "Call Megan."

The phone dispatched me to my best friend. The person who's been with me for the past two months. I need her now.

"Hey Megan, you have time to talk?" I hold the phone close to me, as if she was right beside me.

"Hey Chris, just finishing my essay for class. You okay?" Her soothing voice fills my ears.

"Please come to my dorm...I need you Megan."

Moments of silence past. All I could hear was deep breathing, contemplating.

"It's a fourty minute drive Christine, I have homework to fini-"

I began to sob into the phone. "Please Megan...I need you."

"I'll be right there. It'll be okay Christine." Megan quickly says, hanging up the phone.

I sobbed for what seemed like days before Megan came knocking on my door. I ran to open them, throwing myself into Megan's arms.

"What happened? Who hurt you?" Megan said as she saw the bruises left by him.

She drags me back into the dorm room and sits me down on my couch..

I wipe my tears and keep a tough hold on her. "My father came by today. He h-hurt me Megan! I have no one." I began to sob louder.

"That'a not true." She brought me to the couch. "You have me. You'll be okay. I promise."

My lip quivers and I nod, keeping close to her. "I love you Megan. I love you so so much."

"I love you too." She held me in a hug before letting go. "Do you want to call the police on him?"

I look down and wipe my tears away. "No, I just can't see that man again. Never. I'm too sacred to ever see a member of my family again."

She only stroked my back as I confined to sob through the night about the recent events flooding through the last two months. The countless sessions of therapy, becoming immersed in my studies, trying to distract myself. I tried everything and did everything. Nothing helped and nothing will ever help. Not even Megan's kind words.

The digital clock on the wall read 11:35 and I yawn softly. My eyes puffy from crying for what seemed like hours. Beyond exhausted, I pretended like I was okay. So I didn't have to bother Megan anymore. Not like she's going to really help. No one can.

"I-I'm going to sleep. Okay?" I stand up and cough slightly.

She nodded and smiled, before curling up on the couch. "You need your rest. I'll be here if you need me."

I nod and walk to my lonesome bedroom. I laid my head down on my pillow and stared at the stars that shined through the curtains of my room.

"Forget...Please forget."