Brand new story! Sorry, I was going to write the last chapter for my other story today, but I just had to write this down... Anyway, I don't own Shugo Chara! Everything is in Rima's P.O.V.
My mother used to tell me when I was still a little infant, "Do whatever you think is right. Follow your heart." You might wonder how I remember this, if I was so young at that time. But I don't remember this. I always feel it with my heart. This one sentence changed my life forever, and it all started when I decided I could have an opinion too.
That fateful day, my father had asked me to do a little favor for him. I was working on my essay, and I absolutely despised anybody or anything whatsoever that tried to interrupt me in the middle of my essay. Language Arts was my absolute worst subject, and I needed a hundred percent of my attention to be on my essay if I wanted to get a good grade. I would of shouted at anybody at that moment, anybody except my father. I needed him. He was all I had.
I slowly looked up from my essay, and I knew something bad was coming as soon as I noticed the lopsided smile on my father's face. Every single time my father had on that smile, I knew I wouldn't like what he was going to say next.
"Rima, would you please join me and my friends for dinner tonight?" asked my father, giving his best smile.
Oh, you wouldn't be able to imagine how infuriating those few words could be to me! The last few times I agreed to that question, I had to sit next to my father at the dinner table, saying nothing. I had to sit there like a very good daughter, smiling all the time.
Anyway, I had to sit there doing nothing, while my father continuously bragged about how great I was in school, what an obedient daughter I was at home, and etc. My father literally treated me like a trophy outside of home, and a piece of garbage at home. I was nothing but a tool to him. Nothing else... I couldn't believe how my mother put up with him before I was born. Well, it didn't matter anymore. My mother was gone.
Well, after my father was finally finished with bragging, he ordered food for me. My father never let me chose what I wanted to eat. He always chose the cheapest thing on the menu for me. Of course, he would choose the most expensive thing on the menu for himself, since he thinks he is an important person.
The cheapest thing on the menu is always macaroni and cheese for kids. The only problem about that is that I'm allergic to anything related to cheese. My father would always have the same excuse every time.
"Sorry Rima. I forgot that you were allergic to cheese. Just try to eat it." This is what he would always say. Of course, this excuse worked for the first couple of times, but it soon got far too obvious that he was lying. My father used this sentence about ten times, and now it no longer made me sad that my father forgot about my allergy. It made me mad. I always tried to calm down my burning anger every time my father said this sentence.
I always ended up starving in the end of the evening. Well, I wouldn't have eaten the macaroni and cheese even if I didn't have any allergies. It didn't look edible when I first saw it. It looked more like animal food, than just human food.
So, after I had some experience in what my own father could do to me, I learned my lesson never to go out to a dinner meeting with my father. As you can see, my experience was rather...unpleasant. So, my answer was simple when my father asked me to go with him that fateful day.
"No, father...I'm busy today," I replied, quite respectfully, despite what my father had done to me.
My father's look instantly changed from his lopsided smile to his angry smile, his cheeks puffed out, and his face all red. He was getting angry now, because I wasn't follwing his direct orders. Of course, everyone makes mistakes, like me, but my father was an exception. He was doing this far too often...and it was getting very frustrating now.
I ignored my father, averting my attention back to my essay, until my father said something that I was unprepared for.
"Well if you're not going to do as I ask you, then I will not keep my promise about taking you to Switzerland with me," said my father, his lopsided smile coming back to his face.
I stayed silent for a moment, and my pencil suddenly broke because of the sudden pressure I was giving it. I hesitated. My mother was in Switzerland. I knew it. I didn't know how, but my instincts told me. My heart told me where she was. I could feel it even now. I had to go to Switzerland. I wanted to see my mother.
My father seemed to know that he had trapped me, and he slowly let his eyes wander the room from left to right. I bit my lip, and the next thing I did was absolutely absurd. I was pretty sure I was going to destroy all of my chances of meeting my mother, yet my heart seemed to think it was the right thing to do. I stood up, and slowly looked up at my father, taking deep slow breaths.
"So, what is your final decision, Rima?" asked my father, looking like he already knew the answer.
In regular circumstances, my answer would have been something like this: "Yes, father. I want to go to dinner with you today." I had said that sentence so many times for my mother's sake. But, this time something was different. I decided to listen to my heart.
"I do not want to go to dinner with you today, father. That is my final answer," I said, my eyes shining with determination.
My father looked surprised, but his expression quickly changed to amusement.
"Well, Rima. You haven't refused me in quite a while. I hope you remember the consequences of disobeying your own father" said my father, smiling lopsidedly.
Alright...boring chapter...but introductions are needed. I wanted to write this story for such a long time. We'll get to the fun part in about six more chapters.
