A million thoughts ran through my head while I was standing in front of the blue two story house. Why was I so nervous? He's my dad I shouldn't be scared, after all it was my choice to come here. Taking deep breath I knocked on the door, not five seconds passed and the door was pulled open with unnecessary force.
I stared at the man in front of me, he was unfamiliar in my eyes. He did not look like the man I remembered in my pictures, this man looked ten times older. he defiantly didn't age well.
We stood in silence for a while, both of us examining each other trying to soak it all in. I broke the silence first which took him out of his trance, he seemed to be having mixed feeling. His face looked happy but his eyes held a sadness to them
"Hi dad" my tone was soft.
"Oh lizzie my girl" he held me to him in the longest and biggest hug I've ever had. He let me go after what seemed like hours,"I've missed you so much, you look just like your mom' he sniffed. He led me inside and closed the door, I didn't miss how he lingered for just a moment, like he was looking for something.
He then walked into the siting room and told me to have a seat, it looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"You don't have to say anything" I knew what he was going to say, I know he wanted to apologize, but he didn't have to.
"It's all right, lets leave the pass behind us and move forward." he just nodded and stood up.
"Come, let me show you your room. I tried to clean it best I could but I didn't want to throw anything away"' he opened the door to a very red room, the walls was painted a deep red with a lighter shade on the floor. I've always loved red, but didn't know it was this bad."omg!" I giggled "I was obsessed with red wasn't I?" he laughed an nodded.
"I remember when you told your mom you wanted your whole wardrobe to be red, when she told you no you had a fit, you didn't stop cry until the next day when she bought you a that big red teddy bear over there."He pointed to the far corner of the room where the said teddy bear was hiding behind other red stuff animals. I walked towards it while surveying the rest of the room, the bed seemed to be replaced with a bigger one, the closet was empty and the contents was placed in boxes in front of it. The rest of the room seemed to be normal, I had my own bathroom and toilet which also seemed to be recently placed.
" I hope its to your liking" he stood by the door, he looked a little nervous, smiling at him I said
'its perfect dad, thank you. Might need to do some redecorating thou, it's too red." we both laughed and he agreed. He gave me directions to the closest variety store. Taking the keys to his car I left.The store was just five minutes away. I parked an made my way inside, I needed some curtains, sheets and lady products and maybe a couple grocery items.
When my left me by my aunt he made sure I was well taken care off and on my eighteenth birthday I was given a debit card with $100,000 on it. I didn't know how he could afford it and I never asked questions I was just grateful.
Making my way to the drinks aisle I spotted my favorite bottle of wine and made my way to it. As I stretched my hands to grab it another hand came into view and took hold of it at the same time.
I turned to see who the hand belonged to an I've got to say, he was hot and I don't mean high school jock hot or Gucci model hot no, I mean Italian god hot, like Greek mythology hot, like something straight out of Disney channel. I must of been staring long cause I heard him clear his throat.
" Are you done checking me out Bella" he had a thick Italian accent and knew he was hot, it annoyed me.
" Don't get ahead of your self stronzo, can you please let go of my wine" I would have let him have it if it had more, that was the last one and I wanted it. He looked taken aback for a while, maybe surprised I could speak Italian, I wasn't fluent in it but I took a class in high school, so I knew enough. His face then changed into a smile and he just looked at me. We stayed like that for a few seconds neither of us want to let go.
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My Deadly Professor
RomantikHaunted by a past that she hardly remembers but knows nothing about, Elizabeth reunites with her father in their home town to attend college. There she falls in love with her English professor, is he all that he seems or something more, Deadly? 15 y...