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In one fell swoop it felt like my life had shattered into a million pieces. That perfect image of my mum coming back and us being happy again no longer existed. I wanted to hate my dad so badly. I wanted to scream and cry. I actually wasn't currently talking to him. I hated him for what happened. But I couldn't hate him, he was my dad. The only parent I currently have. I wanted to desperately cry on the phone to mum but I couldn't. So I settled for my lovely ginger uncle. Don't tell him that.
Will sat opposite the cafe he 'abducted' to. He sipped his coffee watching at me as I sip my strawberry milkshake through the perfect straw. It was just right thickness not to thin and not to thick. "Your dad tells me your not talking to him" I raise an eyebrow "you gossip with my father often" "about you no your dad does love to tell me how annoying you are though" I roll my eyes muttering how that's the same thing. "Come on ally we both know it kills you both when you stop talking also know you can't last long" I roll my eyes "did he happen to tell you why or just bitch that he misses my voice laugh and annoyingness" "you going to tell me" my mind wondered whether dad admitted to Will, he ruined ruined my family. "I caught Erin coming out of dads room" I take a breath "Erin didn't know he was married dad made up this story about how mum wanted him to be happy and their married was falling apart before she left and it could be true but I spoke to him and she still loves dad...if he didn't tell you will he tell her I can't keep it from her but it will break her" I said quickly just wanting to get it out "he ruined my family" I whisper but judging by wills face he heard. "Your dad is an idiot when's your mum back" "I don't know she's not in America she told me she would be back a few weeks before she came to see me" I sigh "what if something happens because she's devastated" "your dad doesn't get hurt when his worried about you does he" "dad always gets hurt" he laughs "bad example your mum will be fine she has to come back to you and that's something powerful to fight for" I nod "so how long are you planning on not talking to your dad" "as long as I can I expect to get lots of strawberry milkshakes" will laughs as we both get up "also if you could kindly tell dad that I hate walking to and from school that would be amazing" "your exactly like your father" "normally I would love that compliment but not isn't the time Will gosh" I exclaim making him laugh. Will wraps his arm around me pulling me to him, kissing my head.
I walk into the house glancing at my dad "still not talking to me ok" he sighs nodding. I don't say anything just walk to my room. "I brought you snacks" he said passing me a bag, I look inside and can't help but smile. They were all my favourite. "Also" he passes me some lavender, jasmine and camellias flowers. I don't know where he got this bouquet. I only really love camellias because that is as mums thing. She always smelt of camellias. I loved it. I smile smelling them "come on Ally your killing me" dad groaned when I don't speak. "I'm not going to say I'm sorry because we both know I'm not no actually I am I'm sorry that it affect you but that's the only thing" "it would always affect me am I crazy for dreaming of my family" "no never your never crazy...you spoke to me" I roll my eyes smelling the flowers wanting to feel like I'm smelling mum. "I love you dad even if I sometimes don't talk to you even if you deserve it" I said muttering the last bit as I walk over hugging him. I could never stay mad at him. Maybe if mum was here I would last longer. Or maybe it's because he was away from the first few years of my life, even if I don't remember him being gone. I remember bits of the aftermath. Like him not being able to sleep and mum talking to him. Or him waking me up by accident and holding me for what felt like a lifetime. Mum found me in his arms a lot of mornings, I would just look at her like I was begging for help. She would claim dad was his saving grace. I didn't understand any of it, why dad woke up screaming or sweating, why he held me like I would disappear at any second. I obviously know now.
