Moving back to Forks Washington wasn't supposed to ever happen. Dealing with my child hood friends Bella and Jacob weren't on my list either.
I am supposed to pretend life is normal, but how can I? Especially knowing the truth behind our quiet littl...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎- 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝙱𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 ______
"I just don't see why you had to pick me up from the airport." I shove my last suitcase in the backseat, giving my father a look.
"I thought you might wanted company." He takes over and removed the bag from my shoulder. "You know? Someone to talk to and not a stranger in a cab."
I give him a look.
"I know we been apart but, dad, you've met me, right?"
"If I say unfortunately, I would be very wrong."
"If that is your truth my dear father," I look back, grabbing the handle as I sit in the front seat. "then speak it."
I slam the door shut, following my sarcasm.
A curse under his breath. "I just got this truck, Thalia."
My father plucks my nerves and I made it my job to do the same with his. We were nothing alike. If anything, I am more like my mother. A thing he would say very often to me. Words that I desperately let go in one ear and out the other.
Not just because it's him, but I steer away from any conversation about my mother.
When she died years ago, I left to live with my aunt and uncle in California for a while. Me and my father were getting nowhere and neither of us could talk to the other. We shut each other out. He didn't reach out for me and I never once stuck my hand out for him. It's been mentally slapped away enough by him.
My aunt deemed it best for me to come and live with her for a while and my father didn't object. What was only supposed to be a one year agreement, worked it's way to almost three years now.
He didn't even call until last Christmas. I don't know why I expected more from him. Maybe it's the little girl in me who wished her father didn't see her as a death cause. A few months after he first started calling, he then wanted me to finally come back home, to finish school in Washington. I wanted to say no and stay where I grew comfortable, but that became a loosing argument.
I don't know which is worse. Going back home to the place I lost my mother, being back in the house she once roamed? Or seeing people show me pity for losing her?
All of it sounded horrible.
Nothing but her memories lived in Forks, just like I once did. It's a big place, but a small town and they never let you forget the ones you lost.
