South Coast ((Isaac Waddington Fanfic))

Chapter Thirteen

Very tired so this might be an awful update, I'm not sure...

Isaac gave me some pretty good advice on DM without even knowing and it kinda gave me confidence boost so yah, he's rad.

Bec

"Mum, I said I'm sorry, what else am I supposed to do? It's not like a have this magic clock in my pocket that can turn back time..." I shout.

Ever since I got home, my mother has been non stop yelling at me, firstly for going to the forest and then for climbing a tree... She tells me that I'm not capable of doing the things I used to, that it's not right and defiantly not lady-like.

I tried my hardest to stay calm and to fight the urge to tell her that I don't want to be this perfect daughter she wants me to be. I don't want to marry what's-his-name and have billions of kids. I want to live my own life without anyone interfering.

"Don't you dare use that tone with me, Fern! I will send you to your room and ground you for a month without hesitation... Forget about your plans for that TV show!" She growls back.

I feel the words get caught in my mouth and pause. I know if I start arguing back, it will just make this whole situation even worse... Plus, I know I won't be able to get a full sentence out without messing up or repeating myself.

"I'm sorry, okay." I murmur.

"Well, your ankles in a cast now, nothing you can do anymore. Think about what Alex is going to say... He's going to think you're still just a child! Climbing trees and nonsense." She brushes her finger nails through the smooth hair and tucks the loose strands into the low bun she always wears.

My mouth drops open slightly and I breathe out enough a sharp pain hits my heart.

"I am a child! I'm not ready for all of this! I'm not even out of school yet, mum, and you're already trying to get me married!" I blurt out.

"I'm just looking out for you, I want you to be happy." She says quieter but with a hint of anger.

"Happy?!" I stop myself.

"Why do you seem so surprised?" She says as if it was more of an exclamation that a question.

"Because..." I breathe in and stare at her.

I see all of the things she's made me do, all of the people she's made me meet and talk to. The childhood I missed because she made me attend stupid brunch parties with the locals stuck-up pricks or worthless meetings. I think about all the people she kept me away from because they're 'not good for me'. I think about my dad, the one person who could make mum stop thinking about work and money and more about me and him. He could instantly make her see what was right in front of her.

Yet she drove him away.

"You know what?! I wish I did have a magic clock, because then I could turn back time and go with dad, instead of having to be stuck here with you for fuck knows how many years!" I feel the anger bubble inside me and I don't think I've ever felt it like this before.

I turn to the stairs and then look at my ankle...

Well shit.

With my crutches fully in tact, I limp out of the front door, leaving my mother staring into the distance completely crushed.

I reach for my phone and look through my contacts. For a couple of moments, my finger hovers over my dad's listing. I don't want to think about it or back out. I can't be at that place with her anymore. I need to get away.

The phone rings four times before he picks up.

"Dad, I need you." I cry out through the speaker. "Can you come and get me? I'm outside the house."

...

The old Mercedes Benz pulls up and my dad climbs out of it and rushes over to me, not runs though. He's never been the type to run, he's kind of got a reputation. He lives up his bad boy attitude which consists of a band he was lead of, a leather jacket that had to be peeled off him when it needed to be washed and a surfer leather neckless.

But seeing him now, I can see that nothing has changed.

He pulls me into an embrace and I feel like I've been waiting for this all my life.

"What happened to your leg? And when?" He pulls out.

"Can I tell you in the car?" I whisper and he nods.

He opens the door and helps me in and then walks around the front of the car and gets in his side.

"I missed you so much, dad."

"I missed you too, and I'm sorry..."

I stare forward and listen to the radio as the car starts to move.

"Yesterday." I murmur. "I fell out of a tree."

The sound of his laughter echoes around the car and it's enough to make anyone lighten up.

"And what does your mother think of this?" He questions, but I feel like he's going to get the answer without my help.

I nod and close my eyes.

"You know, you can't just ignore her and stay with me. I'm sure whatever she's said is not as bad as it sounded in the heat of the moment."

I can tell he doesn't want to say that. It's completely different from what his advice should be! But then again, she brainwashed him and made him something that he wasn't... and then when she didn't want him, she threw him away as if it was such an easy decision.

"I want to stay with you for a while, if that's okay." I just whisper.

"Okay."