Finding Love

Chapter 1

Becca's POV

I scroll through my Instagram feed while shovelling a spoon of cereal in my mouth, ignoring the footsteps that approach.

I hear an all-too-familiar groan and roll my eyes. "You're so dramatic," I mutter, while Alora scoffs, already pressing buttons at the coffee machine 

I snicker as I watch her. "We leave in five," I remind her, and she doesn't spare me a glance, too focused on watching her coffee pour as if it will speed up the process. She does wave a hand at me however.

You see, Alora isn't a morning person like me and Dad. And she makes sure everyone knows it.

Paying no attention to my sister, I stand up, tucking my phone in the pocket of my jeans, before carrying my now empty bowl over to the sink.

"I'm saying bye to Dad," I call out as I walk out of the kitchen and down the little hallway where Dad's office is.

I knock on the closed door, waiting a few seconds before walking in.

Unsurprisingly, Dad sits behind his desk, in his usual black suit, looking like he's been awake for hours.

He sighs as he looks at me, leaning back in his desk chair and crossing his arms over his chest. "How many times do I need to tell you that there's no need to knock?" He asks, and I smile. "A lot more," I say simply.

If a door is closed, you knock on it. Simple as.

Dad shakes his head, just as we hear quick footsteps coming in our direction. Dad raises an eyebrow at me when he sees the grin on my face.

"Dad!- Becca used all the milk!" Alora scowls as she walks in and stands beside me, shooting me a glare. I shrug. "Guess you'll have to get up earlier next time if you want some," I tell her.

That earns me a punch to the arm, and I scowl. "Bitch" I mutter as I give her a shove.

"Alright- cut it out" Dad sighs, and we both glare at each other but keep our hands to ourselves. "If you two go to school with any more fresh bruises, I'll have the guards knocking on my door" He mumbles, causing us both to snicker.

I turn back to Dad, who's now sitting forward and leaning his elbow on his desk. He shoots us a smile. "Now off to school".

"Have you been up long?" Alora asks instead, while I study him.

He doesn't seem tired- but then again, you can never really tell.

Dad shows his tiredness in different ways. He never gets eye-bags from lack of sleep, and his movements are never slow.

When he's tired, you'll see it in his clothes. His blazer will be gone- so will his tie. His top button will be undone, and his hair will be messy.

"Only an hour" Dad chuckles, and I sigh, knowing he's lying.

Dad is a workaholic through and through.

He makes time for us of course- we're always his top priority. He's the best dad- best brother, uncle, friend- best person ever.

But his free time is spent in this office, as well as his nights.

If you want to find Jay Hendrix, you check his office and you'll find him there, never anywhere else.

And it's been this way for as long as we can remember.

"Stop lying," Alora tells him.

Dad raises an eyebrow at her, smiling amused. "Stop stalling".

Alora groans, turning and walking out without another word, while I laugh. "Bye, Dad!" I call out, closing the door behind me

"It's unfair he knows everything" Alora huffs, and I hum.