Chasing Stars

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We continued going up and i could feel nausea starting to erupt.

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I convinced myself to act cool but it wasn't working. I got nervous with each passing floor.

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The doors open revealing a luxurious apartment. I slowly stepped out. Huge glass windows covered an entire wall. Gray and black couches circled around the living toom, tons of star paintings with quotes covered the walls. I turned and froze when i saw a man staring dead at me. He had nicely cut brown hair, his eyes were dust green like mine, he was near 6 feet tall, he wore a plain white V neck shirt with dark jeans and dress shoes. He stared at me and I stared back. Our locks haven't broken slightly. I knew it was him. This was my father. Niether of us made the slightest movement. I couldn't help it any longer before dropping my gaze to my feet.

"Beautiful..." he whispered.

Hearold placed my bag beside me and excused himself from the room. The room was silent and still. Niether one of us moved a muscle. At least three minutes had passed before he cleared his throat and spoke.

"Hey Star" his voice was crackly and I could tell he was fighting back tears. It wasn't deep but it wasn't squeak either. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out so i simply just shut it again. He begun walking towards me and I gasped loudly. He froze his tracks when he heard me but only for a moment before continuing up to me. He lifted his arms slightly and i knew he was asking permission to hug me. I nodded slightly and it was seconds before his arms were around me his chin resting on my forehead. I didnt hug him back. I squirmed a bit trying to release myself he noticed and let me go.

"How was the flight?"

"Fine" I said.

"Harold wasn't to hard to find was he?"

"No"

I guess he noticed i wasn't really in the conversation mood right now so he stopped the small talk.

"Your room is this way" he grabbed my luaggage and dragged it down a long hallway. He stopped at the last room down the hall. He opened the door to a huge bedroom. The walls were painted a pure pink color like it had always intented to be a girl's room. Little did he know I preferd black. The queen bed inside was covered in freashly made white sheets and blankets, hanging above the bed was a cloth the circled around the outsie of the bed and connected art the center right above.

I walked around examining everything around the room, turning the corner to see a walk in closet. I walked inside and seen it had already been occupied. Clothes, shoes, makeup, and accessories had been filled on all the shelves and not a single hander was clear. I walked out with a confused look.

"Someone's rhings are in there" I told him.

"It's yours. Before you came I asked your mom your clothing size and had a stylist shop and fill the closet"

"Oh" was all I could simply say. I thought back to what he said. He and mom been comminicating and she didn't tell me? How long had she planned this out to send me with him? Weeks? Months? Years!? My mind was roaming with questions and I determine to get answers.

"Excuse me i need to make a phone call"

"Of course" he walked out of the room closing the door. I took my phone out of my back pocket and dialed my mom's number. She picked up on the second ring.

"Scar are you okay?" She asked.

"Im fine , I need to ask you something"

There was a long silence in the line before she said something "Okay.."

I prepared myself for answers I could not fathom. "How long.. have you really been talking to dad?"

Another long silence over the line. "Scarlet I shouldn't be the one to tell you this, there are things you don't know... things you should know and I pray everyday that when you find out you will forgive me, I love you so much"

The line disconnected. I lowered my phone back into my pocket. There was dead silence in the big room.