Bad Boy Kisses |BWWM

Chapter 25

I walked the trail that was closer to my house, it was the trail I used to take all the time when I was walking home from school. Me and manny would walk sometimes on it, other times I was walking with Malcolm. Either way neither of them would let me walk alone, when we would walk they would often asked about each other.

Asking why one another didn't walk me home on that specific day, or why they weren't here. I changed the subject every-time knowing these convos would lead to worse.

I knew they both liked me, they knew that they liked me. Walking this trail gave me nostalgia, some unwanted nostalgia. It showed me everything I threw away, even if I didn't like the life I was living before it wasn't all the way lost , I was never really stressed much.

Safe to say I don't have school right now, and I don't have my two boys with me. I miss them a lot, I think the complications were more of how I felt bad for not dating them. They only wanted to date and not be friends, I only wanted to be friends with them.

Most things don't go my way now that I think about it, I kind of have to take it in and run with it.

Something caught my attention and knocked me out of my trance. I noticed that my house seemed empty, my dad's car was in the driveway, and my mom wasn't home.

I felt like it was easier to approach my dad than it was my mom, but at the same time it had been weeks since he had seen me. I didn't know what to do.

I walked across the street to the house, standing in front of it like a random pedestrian trying to buy the house. I noticed my neighbors had moved because of the large "for sale" sign in the front yard. I moved closer and closer to the door. I was hesitant to knock even once.

I slowly pressed my hand to the door, formed it into a fist and hit the wood twice. I waited off a while, for anything, for a yell asking who it was. I needed to hear my dad's voice for reassurance. I needed to know that he was still here waiting for me. That if he even knew he still had a daughter.

I hit two more times again and Waited, he didn't want to see me, he probably don't care at all.

I stepped away from the door and walked slowly off of the porch, as I was walking off of the sidewalk I hear him yell my name.

"Sama! Come please! Come home, we need you here. We can talk it out while your mom is gone" he stepped out of the house.

I ran to him with tears in my eyes, it was him. My dad sat standing there with open arms. He pulled me into a warm hug not letting me go, holding me so tight as if he thought I would run in an instant.

I pulled away as he dragged me into the house, I looked around and  things looked the same. Nothing about this house changed since I left.

My dad went to the kitchen to make me food, I walked into my room and looked around.
It was the same as I had left it.

My bed looked the same, my tv was turned off, the room looked as if I was still there. This was still my room no matter how long I had been gone, this room was where I mapped out my life Until now.

"Sama your food it's done" my dad ran to me, he ran as if he would loose me in the blink of an eye, to be fair it was true cause it had happened a lot.

I walked with him to the kitchen and sat at the table.
I began eating my food and wasting no time, there was nothing to savor about this food.

I could feel my dad looking at me with those concerned eyes, like he wanted to say something that wouldn't come out. He stared at me as if he was hurt, hurt because of the way I looked. Hurt because he thinks he let me get this way, he thinks that he isn't a good enough dad.

"Where have you been?" He looked at me so curious. I felt as if I was under the gaze of a police officer.

"I've been out, just roaming" my voice sounded deep and sad. I sounded like I would cry at any moment.

"You didn't even try to swing by, not to tell us if you are okay. You know that manny boy still comes around to see if you have came home. He asks about you a lot. And that Malcolm boy, he seems so depressed he can't even swing by" my dad looked around until I found his eyes.

"Well what did you tell him every time?" I asked eating my food.

My dad took a breath before speaking.

" I told him that you were not here...yet. I held the yet in my sentence to make sure he had hope and knew you would be back." My dad stood up to put away his bowl.
He sat back down.

"Does manny live around here still?" I sat up in my chair.

"Well I hope so, he comes every once a week. He still has a lot of faith in you. I'm hoping he can come over today" he smiled.

My heart sank, what was I gonna say to him ? How do I even approach him.

I got up and ran to my room to get ready.