𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 18+

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

Sunday

12:08 pm

. . .

I was late, I knew that. I had overslept and woken up to my phone ringing non stop because father was wondering where I was. I had to lie and tell him my phone died so my alarm didn't go off and I didn't realise the time, when I woke up.

That saved me time because he said that he'd just have lunch while he waited for me. So I got a quick shower and I just quickly dressed in light brown basically beige flared pants, a black cropped shirt and a black leather coat with some black boots.

I grab my phone and purse and run down the stairs because the elevator would take too long. When I got out of the hotel I realised I left my car keys. I didn't have time to go back up and luckily for me the café was about a five minute walk. 

I pushed my glasses up my nose and walked along the sidewalk. I was a little scared since I didn't know the neighbourhood even though it's apparently a safe neighbourhood.

It took me quicker than five minutes to get there because it felt like someone was following me so I ended up sprinting.

Sighing in relief when I made it to the café. I smiled when I looked around and then realised that I looked overdressed.

Not really caring, I walked in and saw my father sitting right at the back of the café.

I walked slowly to him and pulled out a chair.

"Hi dad. How are you?" I greeted him hoping I sounded polite. I don't appreciate it when people are rude so I try not to be

"Mila! I'm good thanks sweetie. God, you've grown so much." He said smiling and got up to hug me.

I hugged him back then pulled away and sat down. He cleared his throat.

"Sorry I was late, my phone was dead when I woke up and I thought it was still early until I checked the time." I felt so terrible having to lie because I didn't want him to know that I didn't really want to be here.

"It's okay Mila. I'm just glad that you showed up. And I just want to say I am truly sorry for what your mother and I did to you. And I hope one day you'll be able to forgive me. And I'm not asking it to be now, just hopefully one day." He says grabbing my hand in his.

I smile at him. "I will be able to forgive you one day, I promise." He patted my hand and pulled back still smiling happily.

"How have you been lately?" He asks for the first time ever. 

Taking a deep breath I answer. "I've been doing fine. I'm actually going to campus later today to look around and see everything before lectures start tomorrow. And then I'll do some shopping before I move into my apartment afterwards." I will explain. Oh god I really hope he doesn't ask to tag along.

"That's great. I can help if you want. Just tell me what you want and I'll get it for you." He says. Just great.

"Um, thanks. I'll let you know. Please just know that I'm never going back to that house. I just can't. And It's going to take me a while before I can trust you again." I say just getting the truth out there.

"I know sweetie and I understand that." He smiles but I can tell that he's hurting. His body language gives it away and his facial expressions.

He clears his throat and looks away and then back at me.

"Would you look to get anything? It's my treat." He asks, passing me the menu.

"Sure, why not." I say grabbing it and skimming through the drinks section.

A waiter comes by and asks what I want.

"Please may I have some tea and a piece of carrot cake." I ask, the waiter writes it down, takes the menu and walks away.

Father continues asking me questions, trying to get to know me again. Which I hesitantly respond too.

. . .

The grand sign was the first thing that I saw as I drove past the gates. It read, Moscow State University and I could tell that it is an old building.

Yet I've never seen such a huge and striking building. I stared in awe at the building as I drove by. It was clear to tell that it was built with old brick with ivy growing up and along the sides. I loved that. There's just something about that old look of this building that amazes me.

I guess because every home I've had before moving into my previous apartment had Ivy growing along the exterior walls. My father just loved it like I do.

Along with my acceptance, the school mailed my schedule and student identification cards so that I would have to scan the card so they could record that I came to class everyday. And when I leave I have to scan again to show what time I left. So I can't cheat and scan it when I arrive and then leave straight after.

My scholarship status got me my own small private space. I declined as I had already bought myself an apartment about ten minutes away from campus.

After exploring campus I went to Zara home to get some things for the apartment like utensils, plates, cushions, couches etc.

After a good two hours I bought everything I needed which was going to be delivered in an hour so I drove to my place and unpacked all my things where they needed to go.

Sighing, I blew the piece of hair that came loose when placing the furniture where I wanted it. I take a step back and take in everything. It's perfect. It felt homey, like I've been living here for a while which I loved.

I checked the time and saw that it was already seven in the evening. I decided to order some sushi not even five minutes away.

After washing my dishes, I placed them on a rack before going to shower and straight to bed. Wondering what my first day is going to be like