Notice me

35 | Finally Saved

Sienna's POV:

As my car pulled up to the driveway, Victor emerged with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and apprehension.

"Sienna! It's so great to finally have you here," Victor exclaimed, his voice tinged with emotion.

I returned his smile, feeling a knot of anxiety loosen in my chest. "Yeah, it's good to see you too, Victor."

Yeah so... I or erm - we agreed that until I'm not 18 I will be going to mom's and dad's weekly.

Victor told me that I don't have to do that if I don't want to. But deep down I am fucking excited to get to know him.

And after a small bickering with Mom, she agreed.

Graciously, Victor helped me with my bags, creating an instant sense of comfort. The atmosphere was charged with the anticipation of creating memories, and perhaps even healing old wounds.

Walking into Victor's house, I noticed a certain level of disarray – papers strewn across the table, a half-empty coffee mug, evidence of a busy life. Victor chuckled nervously, apologizing for the mess as he explained his hectic schedule and the lack of time to tidy up.

I shrugged, giving him an understanding look. "Hey, don't worry about it. I've seen worse."

Victor laughed, relieved by my easygoing response. "Thanks for understanding. You know, life's been a bit crazy lately."

"Come let me show you the house," Victor said with a smile.

We continued our tour through the house, engaging in small talk that felt oddly familiar despite the years of separation.

"So, how's school been?" Victor inquired, glancing at me as we walked.

I shrugged, a playful smile on my lips. "The usual teenage drama, you know? But it's alright. I'm managing."

The journey felt like a puzzle, with each piece of shared information bringing us closer to understanding each other.

With a gesture of nervous pride, Victor finally showed me to my room. The door swung open to reveal a meticulously decorated space – a reflection of Victor's attempt to create a welcoming environment for his daughter.

My eyes danced around the room, taking in the neutral theme he had chosen. Soft shades and timeless decor adorned the space, and as I gazed at the thoughtful details, my heart warmed even more.

Victor's voice trembled slightly as he admitted, "I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I went for something neutral."

I sat on a soft chair running my hand over the material.

I met his eyes, my heart was touched by his effort to make me feel at home. I grinned, a mixture of gratitude and understanding shining through.

"I love it, Dad. It's perfect."

The awkwardness I initially felt melted away, replaced by a deepening connection.

Victor's face softened and his body relaxed.

He let out a contented sigh. "You know, Sienna, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm really looking forward to having a busy and noisy home."

I arched an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing on my lips. "Busy and noisy? Are you sure you're ready for that?"

Victor chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Absolutely. I can just imagine the hustle and bustle of a house filled with laughter, arguments, and oh-so-many stories."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Well, get ready for the chaos, Dad. I can be quite the handful."

"Oh, I'm counting on it," Victor replied with a wink.