Sequel to 'Choices'.
When he said, "It's no where near enough-" he really did mean it after all.
Hardin Scott has held a stunning record at breaking hearts, especially when he is served Theresa Young's.
Bleeding in love, Tessa has concluded that pe...
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The line goes silent for a minute and I dread that this is already over.
A whole planet of pain falls down on me, starting with the last year of high school, the overdosing, the expulsion, college, Hardin.
It's like a dam has broken within me, just by hearing one word from the one person who is everything to me. I can't hide from him, I can't lie to him. Listening to his voice, just makes me ready to feel and accept pain.
"Dad, I know you're there, p-please, just talk to me, please-" I sob out into the phone terribly, my eyes shut tight.
He doesn't speak for the longest time, and I derive solace from the mere fact that at least he hasn't hung up.
"Dad, I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry. Dad. Dad?"
My voice chokes out through the gasps of cries as I desperately ache for one word of his, that would calm this down. And the longer he goes without talking, I feel all the more worse.
"It's alright, Theresa." I hear his firm, gentle voice and it makes me feel a blend of so many different things. My eyes open in impact of listening to him talk, and I clutch my neck from my other free hand.
I don't know if it's reassurance or disappointment. He does say that it's alright, but he doesn't call me Russo. But after two years of not listening to this voice, these words, its more than enough to make me believe him.
"Does this mean you- forgive-"
"If there's anything you need, call Celia, she'll look into it. I, uh- I need to go."
He cuts me in, and there's a painful resignation and a distance in his tone. He hasn't forgiven me. I know he hasn't. And right now, this only adds to my hurting.
"No you don't, Dad, please don't go, I need you, please I need you, I can't- Dad?"
I bring the phone down, to look at the screen that it's already disconnected.
I throw my arms on the desk, burying my head into them, crying out every tear within, until my chest hurts. It's like there's a huge crevice inside me and I'm trying to cement it up with drops of tears.
