"What is this?" he shouted a look of fury appearing on face as he stared at me like I was insane, "it's garbage. Can you tell me what the fuck you were thinking when you did this report Jenna?" My father and I had never gotten along. I don't recall a time when he had greeted me with a smile or kindly asked about my day and I just didn't know why.
I wasn't those rebellious kids who caused mischief at school or bad mouthed their parents. I was the complete opposite and in every task I did I wanted to make them proud of what I had done. However, it seemed as though no matter what I said or accomplished, my father was just not happy. He would tell me that I was worthless and incapable of doing anything right when in fact I had done nothing which would make him feel this type of way towards me.
Like right now the file I had stayed up all night typing up and making charts for the profits of his stupid business laughed at me from the ground. My eyes were slowly beginning to tear up as I bit done on my lip trying to stop myself from letting out a cry.
"Is this what you call a report? Is this why I allow you to prance around the office? No! I expect you to do much more than this shit, all that money I'm paying you isn't for crap like this," he shouted and I couldn't but get angry. Here he was standing in all his 'glory' saying that he paid me a shitload of money which he in fact didn't. I did all this for free and neither had I ever 'pranced' around his office and he knew that.
Like always though I remained quiet and bowed my head as I picked up the black file from the ground. "I'm sorry," I whispered and he looked back at me with a hand on his head, eyes narrowed.
"What did you say?" He asked and I knew he wanted me to say it louder to make himself feel better and in charge.
"I'm sorry sir this won't happen again." I promised this time I was much louder, he nodded and pushed away the chair he had been leaning on and left the cabin.
Setting the folder down onto the desk I sighed and placed my hand on the armchair supporting my upper body. I hated working for him more than anything. The constant verbal abuse that I got each day was just exhausting and I wondered if my mom was still alive, would things have even different?
Many times I tried to imagine life with her instead of without. Maybe we'd be spending time together right now, her cooking dinner and me begging to help. My dad would come home and hug me as I ran to greet him and he'd kiss my mom on the forehead while she asked about his day. We would be the perfect small family we never were.
My mom had passed away when she was 5 and along with herself she took along two other souls. My father and mine. Those days when she had recently passed away were the hardest. Almost everything in that house constantly reminded me of her and I would sometimes go inside her closet and smell her clothes which still contained her scent. It would bring me relief and also kill me a little.
"Jenna!" Screamed my dad and I snapped out of my thoughts and I scurried away grabbing the folder which felt heavy in my hand. Locking the door behind me I sighed, someday I'll be gone, finally living a life worth living with someone who loved me.
Hello everyone! So I'm new on wattpad but after reading all these amazing stories I thought about giving a try and writing my own. This story is going to be focused on bad boy Zayn Malik and the character Jenna (Jenny) who was introduced in this story. Comment if you think this is worth the try! I appreciate you taking time out to read this.