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Bad, the word would describe their marriage perfectly. A short word yet so powerful. Somehow, deep inside I wish that they didn't end up getting married when they found out that they were expecting me. They would both be happier, my mother would maybe be able to return to the man she really loved at that time. My dad would maybe find a woman who would suit him better. As I grew older I realized that their relationship is nothing else but sex, speaking and agreeing has never been a strength for any of them. To be completely and brutally honest, they are a horrendous match. They are both stubborn, dominant and independent. However, my father would always find a way to win the competition and get it his way. Keep it in mind, it's his way or no way. 

But, no matter how bad their marriage was. My mother would always try to make it work, she would do anything in order to make it work even though she knew that she wasn't following her heart. She kept on forgiving him when he let her down, when his words broke her heart into tiny pieces. Her heart didn't mend, would it ever?

"Y/N, I'm about to leave" I heard my mother shout. She was going on a trip with her friends, crazy women but I knew that it made her happy. Happy to be away, happy to live the life she always wanted to live and happy for having her girls there, all gathered up. 
"Two seconds" I shouted back as I picked up the small box of jewelry, her birthday had passed and I had finally received my salary. As I ran down the stairs I bumped into my father, Zayn. We had always had a strictly father-daughter relationship. He tells me off, I talk back, he sends me to my room and grounds me. That type of relationship, goals. 
"Easy there" he said, annoyed. I rolled my eyes and kept walking until I reached my mum who stood in the hallway, just about to leave. 
"I have a tiny surprise for you" I whispered as I handed her the small wrapped box. She gave me a confused look and carefully examined the small box. 
"Babe, you really didn't have to" she said as she kissed my cheek. 
"Open it, open it!" I chanted, wanting to know weather she liked the ring or not. As soon as she opened the small box, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek again. 
"Thank you baby girl, I adore it" our eyes were checking the ring out, all our focus was on the diamond ring when we heard a harsh voice. 
"You haven't left yet?" I knew too well who it belonged to. 
"I was just about to leave until Y/N surprised me with a gift" my mother said proudly with a huge smile. 
"How lovely, wasn't your birthday a month ago?" he spoke and I dropped my head in shame. 
"Zayn! Quit it" my mum told him as she hugged me. 
"Whatever" he turned his back and left the hallway without kissing her good bye. What a husband. 

The following days were quiet, dad was not home a lot and when he was he ignored me. Until tonight, he had brought a woman to the bedroom. The house was filled with moans and groans. Screaming and panting. I sat on the sofa trying to block the noises with the TV, somehow my heart was aching. He was cheating and throwing away all the years with my mother. When the woman walked out of our house I pushed the door open, to their bedroom. I looked at the bed in disgust, it was usually where my mother was sleeping ... Now he was fucking someone else, in the same bed.
"You disgust me." I told him, my eyes met his. They were empty, no feelings whatsoever. 
"Right, you were home tonight" he thought out loud. 
"Obviously" I rolled my eyes. 
"Don't you have a fucking attitude with me Y/N" he shot back and his eyes were filled with rage. 
"You just destroyed your marriage, are you proud of that?" I asked him and he took a step closer to me. 
"How can I destroy something that has already been destroyed?" he asked, eyes burning holes through mine. 
"You are a low man Zayn, fucking low man" with that I turned around, ready to walk out when he harshly grabbed my arm. 
"It's dad for you" 
"You lost that privilege when you decided to go behind your wife's back. I hope you go to hell" with that I slammed the door shut.