Stalker's attraction

Chapter 7 ↠↠↠↠↠

\\Chapter 7//
Alison's P.O.V.
3 days later*

Dad said he would be here today, he said he wanted to catch up. To be honest I'm really nervous about talking to him. Like actually talking.

We haven't talked in so long I mean- all he would say to me is 'I hate you' ' it's your fault your mother died ' or ' I thought you would of have killed yourself by now'. And all I would say is 'fuck you" "leave me alone" I would yell back or I would stay quite until he was done yelling at me or I would go to the woods and stay there until he left to work again.

Do you know how hard it is to forget about all those mean things he said to me? To forget the way he treated me? Or to pretend everything is okay... just like that, when it obviously isn't? No you don't.

Well, it's very hard because I can't forget not even if I try. Every moment, ever memory, ever face, ever single word, I remember. Every thing I see, hear, smell, touch in my life I remember it sticks to my memory and it never loosens its grip. It sucks ass.

I don't know what I was thinking when I said I forgive him. No, I do know what I was thinking. I was thinking maybe thinks can go to the way it use to, to the way it was when mom was still alive. But then I realized things can never go back to the way they were.

As hard as we may try, it would be of no use. The past can be forgiven, but the past can never change.

It's 8:00 on a Sunday morning. I've never waken up this early on the weekends. I stayed up almost all night long thinking about today and my stalker.

Yesterday had a dream about him but I'm not sure it was dream. It felt way too real.

•Flashback• Yesterday•

" April I'm fine, I can take care of myself, go home, get some sleep," I groaned throwing my arms over my face.

I have been laying on my bed all day and April has been watching me like a hawk all day. Literally, she had a chair right next to my bed. She just sat their watching me like a little creeper. She would make conversation once in awhile. so that was good.

"You can take care of your self? Ha! Is that why you ended up in the hospital yesterday ?" She scowled at me. She got all overprotective-mother on me.

"Alison you know it's dangerous to go outside at night yet you still did it! And your stupid NOT responsible father left as if you hadn't ALMOST gotten your self killed," she said throwing her arms up in frustration. God. I love her like a sister but sometimes she can get a little over protective.

"I can't believe that man! That poor excuse of a man! Who does he think he is? What kind of a father does this! Leaves his daughter alone! I'm gonna have a one on one conversation with him, I'll show him his place!," she stood up from her chair and started pacing back and forth around the room.

"April," I said softly. She still doesn't hear me. She kept going on and on about what a pathetic man my father is.

I haven't told her about the conversation I had with my dad at the hospital and i'm not planing to. Well at least not now. I'm mean- she's plotting his death right now. If wishes came true my dad would be burning in hell by now. She hates him 10x more than I do and says A LOT.

"April," I said a little louder but still no luck.

"APRIL CASSIDY MITCHELL! Would you please shut the fuck up already!," I yelled.

"I get it. My dad is an asshole and all those colorful words you used to describe him. I get it," I sighed laying back down on my comfy warm bed.

She froze then turned around to face me.