Chapter 4

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Dad was slumped on the coach snoring with a beer in one hand, I took that moment and raced upstairs to my room. In my room, I took my blanket and went back downstairs. I tip toed past dad, careful not to wake him as I slowly opened the front door and closed it behind me. I covered myself with my blanket as I sat on the rocking chair watching the sun set.

I thought about Jeremy and dad, I was caught between two crossroads, I couldn't choose as I loved them both. Dad was a monster that gave me shelter and food all my life and Jeremy, god, i thought of all those days and nights where I could barely eat, my appetite was gone. Deep in the pit of my stomach, the anxiety and depression sated occupied my hunger. Every deep breath I took felt like a heavy boulder weighing on me, the days bearded a resemblance to my heart which was cold and gloomy. He managed to cut through all of it, his friendship seemed too good to be true, but he was there and true to his words, every step of the way. He awakened a part of me that never felt loved or cared for.

I rubbed my neck tiredly as I saw a dark silhouette approaching our gate. A warm feeling in the pit of my stomach suddenly lit me up as I recognised the that athlete built. It's him!

The voice squealed in the back of my head. I brushed it off as I stood up and walked toward him to meet him halfway. As he came closer, he saw me and stood still at the gate. I too stopped at the gate and leaned forward against the gate, I palmed my hand in my cheek and stared at him. He leaned back and put his hands behind the back of his pockets, I could make out the black leather jacket that he wore and black jeans that made him look like he was in a boy band. I smiled at the prospect of seeing him rocking a guitar and leather boots, I guess he would make a hot rock star. I sighed as I eyed him up and down again.

"You are doing that thing again, aren't you?" he said

"I don't know what you are talking about" I said, not leaving my eyes off him. He started grinning and started turning around slowly as he lowered his hands over his body.

"Does your mind like what it sees Luna?" he asked and I simply shrugged and nodded, this time he started posing and I might say, he looked even hotter than before. He licked his lips as he rubbed a hand through his spiky black hair with the other hand in his back pocket. So hot! My inner voice screamed. I cleared my throat awkwardly and he laughed.

"Will you just stop already, my inner child is acting like a crazy dumb teen"

"Not until you admit that you like what you see first" he grinned

I closed my eyes and signed "Alright, I like what I see...happy now?" I mimicked his deep voice which made him chuckle even more.

"Yes. Jeremy: 1 Luna: 0" he said triumphantly, His expression changed as he stared at me seriously ''I am really sorry about earlier, I shouldn't have done that.''

''Its fine, don't worry about it, I just...'' I trailed off '' I didn't mean to offend, you and Miss Cornrow are my family too and I appreciate it a lot and I also love you guys, but I love my dad too'' I pulled my blanket even closer and stared into his eyes.

''It's fine Luna, I understand. I can't make you choose between me and the only family you got.'' He sighed as he inched closer to me.

"Oh" was all I could muster as I looked down. He cupped my chin and raised it, I looked into his eyes as he smiled.

He inched so close that I could hear his breathing and smell his musky cologne. I swallowed hard as he moved his lips closer to mine, his eyes never letting go of mine. I licked my dry lips trying to prepare myself, but before I could even close my eyes and let the sensations take over, we heard a shrill cry piercing the silent night.

I opened my eyes and froze as I realized that the cry was coming from behind me. Jerry let go of my chin, he froze abruptly. As I looked up I could see him looking over my head and tightening his jaw. I didn't have to turn around to see who it was, but I did anyways. Stomping fast towards us dressed in a brown gown and black slippers was my dad. His expression said it all: anger, shock, confusion, but mostly anger. His hands were fisted on his side as he came up to us, grabbing me and yanking me behind him, as though to shield me from Jeremy.

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