"How are you feeling?" I walked downstairs to suit cases.
"What?" Dad was leaving?
"Carly, I have to go back to work." My dad kissed my forehead.
"You're such an asshole!" I told my own father. He gave me a stupid look so I continued. "You only think about yourself. Your son dies so you go to his funeral then go back to your old life?! You know what? I could leave tomorrow and you not know."
"Carly. Its my job. What am I supposed to do?" I ignored him, ran to my room, locked the door, and sat on the floor next to my bed.
"Carly?" James voice came from the hallway. "Can I come in?" I love the sound of his soothing voice!
"Yeah." I unlocked the door and let him in.
He automatically wrapped his arms around my waist.
"What's wrong babe?"
"I can't do this! I hate him! He's a no greatful stubborn-"
"Shhh, don't finish it. I know." He whispered in my ear.
"I love you."
"I love you, Carly."
We laid on the bed and talk for what seemed like days, but it was only an hour. Then there was a knock at the door.
"Carly?" My dad was there.
"What?" I wanted to cuss him out.
"I'm leaving."
"Bye father." I turned to James and gave him a kiss.
"I love you Carly." My dad said.
"Sure. Bye." I don't love my dad. He only cares about work.
I didn't hear anything until I heard a door slam.
"You could have said love you too." James rubbed my back.
"But I don't."
"Well-"
"James, I don't want to talk about it. He is a dead beat. He didn't even cry at his own sons funeral. He didn't cry at the fact he's gone. He wouldn't cry if he came back and I was gone." I knew him. He would just go back to work and sleep with all the female models there.
"Then you'll come with me?" James asked me.
"What?"
"Carly, I love you. I want you to come with me."
