Influence (GirlXGirl)

Chapter 15: The Family Thanksgiving Gathering Event

Two days later, the doctor allowed me to go home and continue my daily activities, but not heavy activities. Good thing I have none other than rehearsing for Thanksgiving.

I thought after the incident where I got shot, it would traumatize me, but good people surrounded me. Mason would check up on me, making sure that I was alright, Simon would joke now and then, Stephanie would visit me with David, and when Joanne found out, I got shot. She was mad at first, just like Stephanie, then she continued to take care of me every day.

I would try to raise the topic about us in high school with Stephanie, but I didn't have the time to ask. David always stuck with her like glue. I tried to distract David, but it didn't work. Maybe I could bring up the topic when I'm alone with her.

I know that getting a bullet through my chest is terrifying. But, people around me calm me down. They are making me forget the trauma and the pain in my chest, emotionally, though not physically.

For days I practiced my muscle to play the guitar like before smoothly. Luckily I got shot in my upper chest. The doctor said if I got hit in my arm, it'd be hard for me to play the guitar for a while, like more than two weeks, and I need to play the guitar soon.

I will never forget the guy who pulled the trigger and started the fight between two gangs. He has a cut on his eyebrow, temple fade hair, and a dragon tattoo on his shoulders. He must begin to plenty of fights by looking at his attitude and how he didn't even think twice about pulling the trigger. Not to mention he got a scar on his eyebrow.

It would be best not to see his face again, or I would nuts.

Stephanie and I have tried to check the Library to see if Elijah is back dealing drugs in the Library. I haven't heard anything about Elijah's whereabouts. Maybe he chickened out? Or he's scheming something for us. I know he can't just leave us after the gunfights. No one in my group is wounded other than me. They dodge the bullets like in the matrix or something.

I've been practicing for weeks until my arm started to get used to playing the guitar, so I'll likely begin to rehearse usually soon. We were selected in the audition weeks ago.

And few days passed until it was the day where my dad would be here presently. He hasn't contacted me since I called him. He must be here now, sleeping in a hotel or cheaper motel. I'm not putting high expectations or something. I hope he manages to come.

"What are you going to do when your dad's here?" Stephanie wondered, "are you going to cry like in the youtube video where an army and their child reunite?"

We're now backstage in the theatre, preparing our costumes. I only wear a leather jacket with white tops and black jeans. David and Stephanie wear a white button-up shirt and black shorts with Stephanie tied to the bottom of her shirt, revealing her navel.

It was crowded back here. People were scrambling around panicking and trying their costumes, putting on make-ups for their play. I can hear some students praying that their show went well.

"He's a sheriff, not an army, and no, I won't be that dramatic," I rolled my eyes, "the last time I cried was when I was spanked with a belt."

"Jesus, no need to be dark now. We need to be optimistic before our play!" she chimed.

I shook my head, "that's your job, not mine, Stephanie."

"Come on. You'll be good- We'll be good. I'm sure your dad would be proud of you," David added.

"I hope so."

I miss my dad. Even if he scarred me, I still love him because he's trying to change. I still have a soft spot for my parents. My mom too, I still remember her kindness, but she's too selfish. But I know someday I'd find myself forgiving her.