living with the bad boy

Chapter 7

My hands trembled as I clutched onto my purse, eyeing myself up and down in the mirror making sure I looked presentable. I was shaking as if it were cold and letting my nerves get the best of me. I ran my fingers through my wavy hair and let out a shaky breath.

"God. I can't do this" I muttered, sitting on my bed and holding my face in my hands. I was on the verge of tears when a certain someone brought me back to reality.

"Look, I get that you're scared, but it's now or never... He deserves at least one chance summer." Blake said leaning on the door frame and staring at me intently.

"I know, but I'm scared. I don't think I can do this.. What if he doesn't like me, what if he doesn't like the fact that I wear makeup or that I prefer flats over high heels because in some scenarios a family reunion such as this can end with me being chased by an axe murderer never to be seen again because I made the horrid mistake of wearing ten inch heels and falling and-" "summer, what the hell are you ranting about, I mean seriously I don't even know where you were going with that. You just need to calm down okay. No... Axe murderer is gonna chase you home you're just being irrational" Blake said cutting me off and sitting me down on the bed. I began taking deep calming breaths and eventually got my nerves down to a manageable level.

"Okay, you're right" I whispered placing my head on his broad shoulder. I felt him tense up so I quickly removed my head and stood up.

"I'm gonna get going.. My da- um he should be here soon" I said quietly before exiting the room.

I sat on the living room couch for what felt like hours when there was a knock on the door. I jumped up and straightened my dress sucking in a deep breath before opening the door and facing the man who brought me into this world.

"Hello summer." He smiled enveloping me into a tight embrace, for a while I stood there unsure of what to do, before I finally made the consecutive decision to hug him back.

"Shall we?" He questioned motioning for me to follow him.

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"God you look so much like your mother." My dad sighed staring at me in amazement as I proceeded to smile at his kind gestures. To be completely honest it was quite awkward at first but there is just something about him that drags me closer and makes me want to know more about him.

"Sorry, I would say thank you, but I wouldn't know if that was a compliment or not." I joked earning a laugh from him. He looked rather young for being a 42 year old man. His hazelnut colored hair was combed perfectly to the side and there wasn't a flaw marking his face. His smile reminded me of myself. The way his eyes crinkled and his nose scrunched the tiniest bit. I couldn't help but break into a very noticeable smile.

"What?" He questions arching an eyebrow at me and taking a swig of his wine.

I shrugged "nothing, it's just I was terrified to meet you today and now Im glad I did, I mean you're absolutely astonishing." I admitted smiling wholeheartedly. A smile began to sneak its way on his lips as I said this.

"Thank you" he chuckled reaching for his glass once more.

"Where were you all those years I was in the foster system?" I asked out of the blue immediately regretting my not so smart decision. He sighed before speaking.

"I was getting my life together, I know that's no excuse but I just didn't have the money to support you let alone support myself." He said in a shameful tone his eyes lingering on the red house wine before him.

"Well what changed?" I questioned awkwardly clearing my throat.

"I got a good job and moved into a nice house and I just thought that maybe now I can give you the life you deserve, you know make up for lost time." He shrugged.

"Lost time? Is that what you call my sixteen years of living? How could you just sit here and act as if this is all no big deal. Like I didn't hate myself because nobody ever loved me? Like I didn't feel like an outcast compared to the rest of the world. I have always been alone and that will never change because clearly you can't seem to wrap your head around how much it broke my heart to know that my parents were out there and not once did they call to see if I was okay let alone alive! Do you know what it feels like to be completely alone. For the first time in forever I have a family, people who might possibly care about me and people who make me feel like I do belong somewhere and now after sixteen years you want to take that away from me!" I exclaimed slamming my fist on the table and storming out of the restraint ignoring the stares I was receiving as well as my dad calling for me to come back.

Hot tears trickled down my cheeks as I tried to catch my breath. I began running unaware of where I was or where I was going.

"Summer!" Someone shouted, I came to a halt because something told me it wasn't my dad who was calling me, it was none other than Blake.

"Blake" I choked out running over to him and hugging him tightly he hugged me back without a second thought and whispered in my ear in attempt to sooth me.

"I'm sorry" he whispered kissing my temple and pulling me closer to him.
And in that moment I realized there was someone in this corrupt world that loved and cared about me and it wasn't my mom or my dad it was Blake.

Authors note- I'm so sorry I was gonna stop writing this story but I felt bad because there were a few people that asked me to continue so here it is I will be updating once a week so no worries! Sorry I haven't updated in months