𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐃 | 𝐛.𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥

Today, I'm going to talk to my dad.

Honestly, I'm surprised I haven't talked myself out of it yet. That's why I got up bright and early with just enough time to do my makeup and get dressed. I showered last night so that saved me some time.

I did a basic makeup look and then threw on a crop top that says "to live for the hope of it all," and I added ripped jean shorts with it. Pretty simple, but I'll have to change into my uniform later anyways.

I finally made it to his house after a bit of a drive. I hope he's away because it is pretty early. Shutting my car off, I grab my purse and head up to his porch.

I stare at the door for a while, contemplating. My confidence in doing this is starting to wear off. When I think about walking away, the door opens and Maverick comes out.

"Scarlett? What're you doing here?" He looks surprised.

"I, uh, are you busy?" I ask.

"No, of course not. What's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you..." I pause, debating if I should even say it but then I decide to. "If you're free, dad."

His eyes soften at my words. "Come in."

I walk into his house and it's surprisingly homey.

"Would you like something to drink?" He asks.

"Do you have any coke?" I ask.

"The drink or the drug?" He says and I roll my eyes at him.

I turn around and smile. "The drink."

While he's in the kitchen, I look at his picture frames he has on the wall. He has a whole collection. One in particular catches my eye though, it's a picture of him, Bradley, and me. It was taken on the day we got engaged. Bradley and I were kissing while I held the ring up. My dad was covering his eyes like a little kid in it. I hate to admit it, but I'm smiling like an idiot with a tear in my eye looking at it.

"That was a good day, wasn't it?" Mav comes back in and hands me my drink.

"Yeah... it was a really good day." I smile sadly.

"I don't know what you want to talk about, but I think I should start," Mav sighs. "I'm sorry, Scarlett. I'm sorry for everything. I know that you probably hate me—"

I cut him off, shaking my head. "I never hated you. I was just angry with you."

He smiles. "I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to ruin your relationship or your life, Scar. Do you want to know why I pulled Bradley's papers?" I nod.

"I pulled them because Carole made me swear to her that if I could stop him from flying, I would. I thought about pulling yours too, not because I thought you couldn't do it, but because I knew you both would be upset you couldn't do it together." He sighs.

"Why didn't you tell him this? Bradley is one of the best pilots I know. You should've talked everything through with him. I understand that's what Carole wanted but that's unfair to him. He worked so hard to get where he is now." I say.

"I know. I should've. I did everything wrong and I messed everything up. If I could go back in time, I'd do everything differently. I don't know how to fix what I've done to either of you."

"Well, start by talking to Bradley. Tell him what you told me and he'll understand. It might take him a while, but eventually he will. As for me, I... I forgive you, dad. I just needed the time to process everything that happened. I left and then I never heard from you. That was so sad for me to deal with." I tell him honestly.