The Sinner

07

I woke up the next morning to a door slamming shut.

I feel my entire body tighten as I slowly open my eyes. I immediately start to stretch, and while doing so I hear my old wooden door start to creak open.

A head sticks in, and a smile appears on my face as I sit up. I rip the covers off my body as I get up and run towards my dad.

"Dad!" I say with a laugh as he hugs me tightly.

"Hey honey," He lets go of me and sets his bag down. "I'm sorry I've been gone for so long." It happens too often for him to be that sorry. "I know normally I'm only gone for a couple of days."

"It's okay," I say while shaking my head. "You're here now."

"Right," He says with a smile. There was something else hidden behind that smile, but I had no clue what it meant. "I still do have to work today though sweetheart."

I nod, "That's okay."

"How about I make you some breakfast?" He asks. "Scrambled eggs and toast? Your favorite."

"Sure," I say, although that hasn't been my favorite food in years. But I'm not going to turn down a meal that I don't have to cook myself. "I'm going to get ready for the day."

"Okay honey, I'll call you down when it's ready."

"Thanks Dad!" I watch him walk out. I think the last time my Dad was home was two weeks ago.

He used to call a lot when I was younger, mostly checking in on the nanny's that I had. But now that I'm eighteen, he hasn't called once when he's gone.

All he does is leave a wad of cash on the island. No note, nothing. It's generous of him, really.

All I know is that once I see the rolled up money, he's gone. And I have no idea when he'll be back.

I walk downstairs after getting ready. I notice the plate of eggs on the table, while my toast was currently being burnt. I walk quickly over towards the toaster, pushing on the button to pull the bread out.

"Dad? The toast was burning," I shout. I don't get a response back though.

I look up out the back window. And I see that my dad was on the phone. I feel my brows pull together, who was he talking to? It can't already be work he just got home.

I, being the nosy person I am, walk towards the sliding glass door, pushing it open just a bit.

"I miss you too baby," I hear him say quietly. I feel my upper lip curl up in disgust. "I'm leaving tonight, then we can be together again."

He's already leaving tonight?

I scoff and shut the door, not caring if it was loud enough where he could hear. I walk back over towards the plate, and start stabbing some of the eggs with the fork. I wasn't even hungry anymore.

I hear the sliding glass door open again a couple of minutes later. I don't look up as I hear him walk into the kitchen.

"How are they?" He asks. I glance up briefly, before shrugging.

"Cold," I tell him shortly. "Who was that?"

"Work." I pull my lips together. He was really going to lie to me right now? "Did you want to do something today?"

"I can't, I have plans," I lie right back. If he could easily do it to me, so can I.

"Are you sure honey? There's that big screen movie night tonight," He says. I push the plate towards him. "I thought maybe we could go together."