~Memory 5~
Adara crawled into the second floor window cautiously, as to not make any noise. It was around 4 am and the last thing she wanted was another pointless lecture from her mother. Just as she had gotten completely inside, her foot brushed against her mother's miniature statue of Athena, knocking it on top of her hip. Cursing, she carefully placed the statue back on the table when she heard voices coming from downstairs in the kitchen.
As quietly as she could, and as carefully (her hip was quite painful) she walked as close as she could to the top of the stairs to better hear the conversation taking place.
"I just don't know what to do with her anymore, Albus." Minerva sighed.
It only took one sentence for Adara to know what the conversation between her mother and father was regarding. Her mother only used that bitter, exasperated tone when she was speaking to or about Adara. Adara glared at Minerva from her position.
"She never listens, she talks back, and does whatever she wants regardless of the consequences."
"She's a teenager, Minerva. That's what they do."
Minerva gave an exasperated sigh. "Why do you always defend her, Albus? I swear, every time she pulls some sort of stunt, you just sit there and watch while I do all the reprimanding. Are you just so fed up with her that you're beyond the point of caring?"
"Minerva, if I say nothing it's not because I don't care. Because I do care. More than you can imagine. I remain silent because I don't feel that I have the right to lecture her."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Minerva, my daughter is sixteen years old. I haven't spent a whole day with her in over ten years. If I were to count the number of times I've seen her since she started school, it would be less than a handful. So who am I to lecture Adara on how she behaves when I scarcely see her?"
"You are her father, Albus. Merlin, do you think I enjoy having the first words out of my mouth to Adara are ones to scold her? I do it because I have to, Albus." Minerva broke down into tears. "I can't do it alone anymore, Albus. I'm going to snap soon if this keeps up. If Adara would just behave herself like Alberic and Aiden then everything would be fine, but she's the complete opposite. She drinks, she does drugs, she sneaks out of the house in the middle of the night to go god knows where. I'm just lost, Albus. Hell, I don't even know what to feel. Half of me is just furious that she keeps disobeying me, but the other half is relieved. Relieved that I get a moments peace. That I can focus on Aiden and Alberic and not waste my precious time with them scolding a delinquent. That I can laugh and joke around with them and just pretend that my family life is perfect. That even with everything evil going on in this world, there's still a little peace and harmony waiting for me at home. That's impossible with Adara in the picture. She trails poison wherever she goes and I'm just so afraid that Aiden will swallow the poison and grow to resent me as well. S-sometimes I just wish she wasn't my daughter!" Minerva sobbed as Albus wrapped his arms around her, whispering words of comfort.
Adara didn't even bother to try and listen to what her father replied, She got up and ran to her room, but just as she was about to open the door, she turned around and picked up the statue that had fallen on her earlier.
Using all the strength she had, she threw it as hard as she could, missing her parents by just a few inches. The statue shattered as it hit the ground, the loud noise breaking Minerva and Albus apart. Their eyes darted upstairs, spotting Adara. Adara returned their shocked gaze with an icy cold glare before storming off to her room, slamming the door shut.