chapter 4

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This was the first weekend without my parents, I mean my real mom and step dad. Or real dad cause he did everything for me, or liar dad cause he lied to me. This reminded me of that British fellow, no not fellow my biological father. I didn't even ask him his name! Good lord.

It got me thinking of all the times I had spent with my parents. Doesn't matter what anyone says, they were, are and always will be my parents.

I heard a knock on the door, lost in my thought I was walking clueless, towards the door. I hadn't felt like this in a while. This heavy feeling in my heart. this was the feeling i was ignoring the past week but it had finally caught up to me today.


I opened the door to see him. My father on the door, why? why todaay of all days? i gave him a smile and invited him inside. The house was pretty clean considering, he sat on the sofa while i pulled up a chair and sat across him.

There was silence, neither of us spoke. I looked at him, glancing my eyes throughly from head to toe, and it happened right there I couldn't hold back anymore this feeling of I-don't-know-what was painful. Too painful.


I saw him and started crying, the tears just wouldn't stop the pain was eating me alive and he was there to handle me to take care of me, he sat down on the floor holding my hand trying to get a look of my face behind the curtains of my messy hair

This sense of loss and loneliness, I felt it for the first time. Like I had no one. No one to look up to, no one to live for, no one to do anything with. I was alone in this big big world. Clueless hopeless. I just wish it was all a nightmare and I'd wake up to my parents and hug them and everything would be fine. But it wasn't, I was alone.

"You're not alone" he said standing my and shoving my face in his chest. I don't care if I said it out loud or he heard me or he read my mind, I knew he was there for me. I felt safe and after hearing his voice, I wasn't so alone. I poured my eyes out like a baby.

"I'm sorry" he said apologizing for... I don't actually know which part but it made me feel good, all of a sudden i trusted this stranger with my feelings.



We started talking about how my life was and about mom and how we both hated her hair tied up, and those rigged denims would look awful on her. I was cry-speaking. That's what I'm pretty good at these days. It was until sunrise that we both realized it was late, or early. He took a leave asking if I'd be fine alone. I was confused to either hug or just wave a goodbye so we shook hands.

I opened the door to see Chloe standing there at 4.30 am on my front door. She glazed at my father/ British fellow ogling at him grossing me out.

"Who is he?" she said checking his rear out while he got in his car.

"Long story" I said yawing like a bear

"I've been gone less than 24 hours and this happens?" she said waking away from me and to the couch and switching on the lights. Luckily I didn't pay the electricity bill so her chili like noise is the weapon she chose.

"He is my father"


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Sorry this chapter is really small. ill surely update soon

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-Anna

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