As soon as I opened my door, I was greeted with roses and chocolate. "Happy Valentine's Day Brianna." Brandon said before he kissed me. "I love you." There it was again! The three words that tore me up inside. I smiled back at him. "Don't you have something to say to me..?" He asked patiently. "I um" right then and there my phone rang, saved by the phone. I saw who was calling and it was my father again.. I don't know what was worse saying 'I love you' to someone I don't love, or talking to my dad that forgot about me 13 years ago. I hesitated and picked up. There was a short pause, I waited for him to start. "Hello? Brianna?" He asked. "H-hello." I said hesitantly. "Oh Brianna! I haven't talked to you in years, I miss you so much honey!" It seemed all so fake and I had to let him know it wasn't believable. "If you missed me you would have called and spent time with me, not shut me out for 13 years!" I shouted into my phone. "Brianna.. It hurts me that you see me like that, I've tried to get in contact with you for years but your mother never let me. She wanted me completely out of your life." Nothing made sense, why would my own mother want me to be fatherless. It's not like any of her many boyfriends would do any better of a job than my own father. "My mother isn't like that and you can't make her seem like the bad guy here. Even if that was true, a real father wouldn't have stopped at anything to spend some time with me." I argued. "Brianna.. Please believe me." He begged. I thought about it but I quickly hung up not letting myself give in. I looked over at Brandon who was standing by the pantry. "I take it that was your dad right?" He asked. "Right." I said in an upset tone. The room was quiet and awkward, all I was thinking about was my father and whether he was right or not. I couldn't have Brandon here giving me more stress. "I think you should leave, Brandon." I insisted. He stared at me worriedly but resisted the urge to fight back. "I guess I'll see you later.." He said sounding disappointed. Hours passed, I hadn't moved. Thinking about the same thing repeatedly, waiting for my mother to come home and enlighten me on what really was going on.
