Book 1 of between us series
May belles lived her entire life in the small town of Beverly where she lives and breathes, day and night for the only thing she believes in, music.
All she wants is too graduate high school and move away to New York, w...
I skipped through town not really caring about the consequences of skipping school.
I made my way up to the highest point in town. The Beverly Hills was my favourite place, and no it's not actually Beverly Hills, the hill is just called Beverly.
Not that I got to come here very often, my mum use to take me here every Sunday after church, until she left when I was just a kid, never came back, haven't seen her since.
I was only 4 when she left, I don't really remember much but i don't think about it much. Thats when I was placed into foster care with ken and Abby.
Abby was my age, we were like best friends, we both longed for a sister and being two lonely 5 year olds without woman figures in their lives, we were over the moon to find each other.
We were 10 when Abby got hit by a car on the way back from school, i remember watching her body heave for air. I was only 10...I had no idea what to do...
Ever since then dads just kinda fallen down a rabbit hole, understandably of course, but it doesn't excuse the misfortune of having my father leave me emotionally.
I glazed over the old town I long to escape from. The street lights were on even though it was the middle of the day, the sky rumbled with dark clouds and pure snow flakes that were lighter than a feathers touch yet as strong as a sea-swelled storm when they landed on the softness of your skin, sinking In like fire.
I felt at peace regardless of the not very well written story that seemed to follow me everywhere I went, partly because, I know in a few months time ill be out of here and on my way to NYC, not long and I'll be in Juilliard, a new life, a new beginning...
That's if I get into Juilliard, but I have too, I have no plan B, it's Juilliard or nothing...
I picked myself up off the cold grass and made my way down the hill just wanting to be home at this point.
Dad wouldn't be home till 5 so I had plenty of time to rest and do as I please for the next few hours.
I fell straight onto my bed, feeling exhausted from the cold tightening my muscles. My room wasn't bad but it wasn't particularly every girls dream rooms, personally I loved it.
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Shit it's 4:30pm I need to get dinner started before dad gets home. I must've fallen asleep.
I let my speaker blare music through the house playing 'I Miss That Time' by Austin Farwell, one of my favourite pianist.
The rain dripped down the windows inside our small apartment complex, freezing tiny snow flakes on the closed glass windows. We were on the second floor, not to high, not to low.
Once I finished making spaghetti it was nearly dark out. I turned off the music and cleaned up a bit when I heard dad come through the door. I was anxious, I didn't know what to expect to be honest.
"Hey" his voice quiet and soft.
"Hey" I dished out his dinner and slid it across the bench towards him.
He gave me a warm smile before taking his bowl and heading into the living room. Before I could move, he popped his head out from around the corner.
"Maybelle, I uh I just wanted to say I'm sorry and I do love you even if I don't show it enough"
I knew he did, he shows it everyday in weird unconventional ways, not the way I wished but it was enough for the time being.
"I love you too dad"
🧚🏼♂️
I sat on my bed, my legs crossed, brushing out the tangles of my wet hair.
As much as I craved hearing dad confess his fatherly love towards me, I also couldn't help feel a ping of anger choke in my throat, I wasn't an angry person and I never acted on my aggression, but a little piece of me still resented dad for choosing alcohol as his coping mechanism instead of finding comfort in his other daughter.
Deep down I know the love you have for your biological kid will always be greater than the love for an adopted child but still it hurt to know I wasn't enough to help the grieving process. It hurt more because to me he is my dad, it felt biological and it always will, but me? I don't think he'll ever look at me that way.
My phone buzzed beneath my thigh jolting me up out of my depressive thoughts. For god sake if it's another one of those god damn perverts on Instagram I swear-
...I know that number, I had memorised it days ago...
it was Grey.
How the hell does he have my number? I never gave it to him. Did I? Maybe I forgot, no I wouldn't do that.
"Im sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it the way it came out...forgive me?" - Grey.
My eyes flickered with uncertainty, my chest with...electricity. I found myself longing to hear his voice once more, no no no don't go there.
Just ignore him please.
I knew I couldn't do that though. Apart of me was happy he messaged. And I didn't quite understand why.
Just keep it simple.
"I forgive you" - May belle "How's your chin snowflake?"- Grey
Snowflake? I felt my lips rise to the top points of my ears, was I smiling? I was. I couldn't help the sharp flutter of butterflies that invaded my stomach.
"Sore, but much better" - May belle
Keep it simple.
"Good;)"- Grey
I smiled at the thought of finding solace in his words. Oh just how easy it was for me to wear my feelings on my sleeve. I felt like I was in seventh heaven knowing he was thinking about me.
Silly? Yes. Stupidly blind? Yes. Lonely? Yes.
All a danger when mixed together.
"He won't touch you again"- Grey
My heart riddled with anxiety and doubt. I don't want to feel this way, I barley know him. What the hell is happening to me?
"Goodnight Grey" - May belle.
Go to sleep May Go to sleep, don't think about him.
"Goodnight Snowflake" - Grey.
I couldn't stop the spread of joy each time I read the word 'snowflake'. It ran through my veins like lightning on lake Maracaibo. ___________
