Enamored

-Chapter 1-

I had been packing all day, my body was exhausted—But it was nothing compared to my mind—It was hard imagining myself away from this room. What would it even be like in another.

What would he be like?

"Y/n..." my moms head popped in from behind the door. "Let's go" I gave her a glance before picking my bag up from the floor.

I had never even slept away from home. At least not long enough to miss it.

She walked into the room grabbing another one of the boxes laying on the floor.

I tried to pack as much as I could with the two boxes I was given. Hopefully it would make me feel better knowing I had most of my stuff.

While making this arrangement, I had agreed to sell whatever was left—it took her five hours to get me to agree.

"Baby what's wrong" she must have noticed the lack of emotion in my face. Well what was there to feel expect nervous and unenthusiastic.

"What if..." I took a deep breath. I know my mom is going through hard times and she's doing this for my own good. "What if he doesn't want me there..." I saw her lip twitch, but I didn't give her a second to respond—come up with excuses.

"I mean let's be honest, when was the last time he even tried calling." I threw one last shirt into the second box. "How can we be so sure that he'll agree to me living with him?" I grabbed the tape and closed the box.

Does he even remember he has a daughter?

Again I didn't give her time to respond, I picked the box up and headed out my room.

"Y/n" she trailed behind me, getting the car keys distracted her for a second.

It might seem like I wasn't listening to her the more I moved away—but I was—my ears waiting for her to continue. I even had to check behind my shoulder to make sure she was still following me out to the car.

The car beeping as it was unlocked answered my question. I took a good look at it, the car that had been driving us around for years, it was there before I was born.

It gave me another reason to agree to this. It was old and my mom deserved better.

"We aren't sure...but this is the least he can do" she put her box down on the sidewalk in order to open the back door. "If not for me then at least for his own daughter" I chuckled at that while placing my box into the furthest seat.

"Ma, we both know he could care less about me." She smacked my shoulder.

"Don't say that" at that she sighed, it was obvious she didn't agree, but she also didn't disagree. "I'll talk to him okay, and I'll make him listen." She said the last line with a glare in her eyes as if she could already see him. It made me remember why I loved her so much. Her attitude would be something else to miss.

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The drive there made me realize that there was no going back. It was around three hours—I couldn't make my mom drive like that again—The best I could do is listen to music and hope that my father isn't a complete jerk.

Mom said I met him once but that was a long time ago, she can't possibly expect me to remember him.

One thing I do know is that my moms love for him barley faded. She told me they didn't break it off on bad terms, she simply had to leave because of personal reasons and safety.
Was he that dangerous that she had to move three hours away? I rolled my eyes at my own thought.

"I want you to know" my body jumped at her cold hands removing my left AirPod. She gave me a quick look before staring back at the rode. I paused the music and took my other AirPod off, knowing she wanted my full attention.