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nineteen

I'm so sorry ugh this is quite short and it took me days to wrap it up and it's kinda lame so yeah. Writer's block is one motherfucker.

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We left for dinner, and all the way to the restaurant, Lottie was fidgeting nervously. Lola had convinced her to give my father a chance, and once he actually called to ask us both for dinner, she was less stubborn about agreeing.

I wanted to thank Lola for this. But I wanted to strangle her nevertheless. While she was trying to fix my family issues, she was still fucking with my head. I've never faced a challenge like this, one that was a struggle to compete.

My dad's choice for dinner was a small, cosy restaurant and I understood that he didn't want to flash his money in Charlotte's face. I smiled, being able to understand my father in rare moments was interesting. I considered him an enigma, and often tried to understand him.

"This place looks so normal." Lottie whispered to me as I led her inside. I nodded silently, agreeing with her. It was very normal in fact; it felt like we were quite dressed up for such a place.  

My father's eyes lit up when he spotted us, and Lottie crushed my hand nervously. She looked like a mess, and I bet there was a battle inside her. My dad tried to look calm as well, but he was quite shattered.

"Charlotte," my father began, his voice so soft it was such a new thing to witness. "You look so...beautiful. My precious daughter, you've grown up."

It was slightly—entirely—uncomfortable watching this.

Lottie stood motionless for long painful seconds before sending my dad a small smile and stretching her hand out. He looked at her in confusion before his face fell and he shook her hand.

I knew I was in for a very long night.

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"It wasn't so bad," I mumbled as we watched TV. "Was it?"

She was quiet, staring at the muted TV and doing nothing. I even had to check her to make sure she was breathing at all.

Dinner had been normal, horribly quiet but normal. My father spoke lightly about things that I even knew interested Lottie and avoided any conversation about work, memories or even sports. She wasn't as willing as he was though; she was the quiet part in dinner. My dad was wounded, but he knew he bloody deserved it. You don't expect your daughter to fall in your arms after you practically steal her childhood and most of her teenage life.

"Lottie," I spoke when I had enough. I slid closer to her, wrapping my arm around her body. "He tried, just like you wanted. But you didn't."

"I couldn't," she whispered, burying her face in my neck. "I remembered my mother's face when I saw him. I remembered her when she used to cry alone at night because he wasn't there."

"Charlotte stop it." I warned, the memories her words evoked coming back with vengeance.

We remained quiet after this, and she finally mumbled something and went to her bedroom. I was about to do the same—the night had went tits up anyway—but there was a knock on the door and my pulse leapt to life. I had an idea about who it might be, and I was conflicted.

"How did it go?" she blurted once I opened the door and I took a second to admire her body. She was fucking sexy and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't be oblivious to that.

She was wearing sleep shorts and a white shirt that concealed nothing. I could see her chest beneath it and it took all my control to lift my eyes to her face. She looked concerned...and tired.

"It was a mess," I sighed. "Come in."

She looked surprised I let her in, but I didn't focus on her reaction much. The door clicked softly as she shut it and I sat on the couch, keeping my distance. She sat on the far side of the couch, staring at the coffee table.

"So what happened?" she asked softly and I groaned, leaning against the couch.

I told her everything, my father's reaction to seeing Lottie and her reaction to seeing him. I told her how he made such effort to get her to talk but she was quite the statue. And then I told her how devastating my father looked like when she sprinted out of the restaurant and we left right away.

Lola looked rather speechless, and struggling to offer some comfort.

I cut to the chase. "Don't bother yourself; I'm not in need for comfort right now. I think that right belongs to my sister."

She nodded and I kept my eyes glued to the coffee table, rather than her sweet ass as she walked down the hall.

I took a deep breath, and went back to my room, shutting the door behind me. She would leave whenever she wanted.

Next morning I was quite energetic. It was Friday and I was so ready to get over this week. It had been too long and too dramatic for a moment I debate if it was a week...or a bloody month. I remembered that I'll have dinner at Cecily's place tomorrow and the little displeasure I felt made me groan and change my thoughts immediately.

I took a quick shower and dressed up in under thirty minutes, my energy quite kicking. I passed Lottie's room and thought of waking her up, but it was still early and I didn't want to wake her if she had nothing to do. I saw that the door wasn't closed fully and decided to close it, but stopped.

Lola was lying beside my sister on her bed, her arms hugging the pillow and her face framed with her hair. Something inside me clenched, making me ache with the need to touch her again, to put that satisfied grin on her face and wake her up with sex. But she's the one that basically blown me off, and I'm never one to beg.

But I know that she might get in trouble if she doesn't get to work on time, so carefully I step inside and shake her shoulders lightly. She blinks, looking at me with a frown.

"It's seven am, Lola." She groans and gets up, rubbing her eyes. I duck my head a little to keep my smile from showing. She sighs and we leave the room, and I shut the door quietly.

"Thanks for waking me up." She offers a small smile and I nod, going back to my room. I don't think talking to her will do me any good. I'd probably push her against the wall and kiss her senseless, especially with the way she looks all sleepy and adorable.

I gather my things and walk out of the flat, ignoring the beautiful brunette standing in front of her flat. I raise my head and keep my eyes focused forward, knowing that despite everything I say and do, I still want her badly. 

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