South Coast ((Isaac Waddington Fanfic))

Chapter Fourteen

The majority of you guys wanted more so here:)) 

Listen to Sheppard and the song song 'Geronimo'! Basically got it on repeat and it helped me write this chapter..

Anyway, enjoy!

Love, Bec xo

I've never been here before. This place that my father calls 'home' seems so foreign to me and I don't think I quite understand why. I mean, it should be easy, him being my dad and all, but it's complicated with how my mother handled it. With how she kicked him out of our lives without considering how I felt about it. 

I sit down at the breakfast bar and place my fingers in front of me and they begin to play the imaginary notes as I stare around the apartment.

I see an old guitar in the corner of the room next to a stack of files and folders, and beside that are five cardboard boxes. I lift my butt off the seat and limp, without my crutches, over to the box, suspicious and partly noisy for what it contains.

"I never told you how proud I was when you first came onto that stage and then how you came back on after everything!" Dad says as he walks out of bathroom, with a newspaper in his hand. "What did your mother say? Bet she threw a party for you..."

I stare at him for a second, not sure whether his humour is still in tact or it drained out of him somewhere on his path.

"Oh, who am I kidding, that bad?!" He blurts and I can't help but laugh.

I tilt my head and shrug my shoulders.

"She supports me, I guess, but she's got plans for when it 'doesn't work out', you know how she is..." I use two fingers on the 'doesn't work out' to show the quotation. 

"And what might that be? An expensive college? Lunch with the Queen? Or... maybe, marriage with a fella with lots of dosh?" He laughs to himself but I stay completely still, well aware of the fatherly reaction.

"Well, actually..." I murmur.

"No, she wouldn't..." He grabs the phone from the counter. "You're too young! And I'm not letting some fancy son of bitch all over my daughter!"

"I don't want it and I think she got the message tonight, so there's really no point in calling."

He stares at me and puts the phone back down.

"That's why you called me?" He questions.

"I wanted to see you anyway, dad..." 

His facial expression softens and he pulls me into a hug and I'm shocked but don't stop him.

"Why did you leave?" I quietly ask, scared of the answer but too curious not to ask.

Dad pulls me backwards and looks at me and I can instantly sense the struggle in his expression and I want to stop him before he answers, if he does. I don't want to push him away, I've just got him back and I'm not letting mum get in the way of that, even when she's not here, she'd still be getting under our skin and over complicating everything.

"I know I just got here but I promised I'd go to my friends tonight for a sort of... celebration thing." I struggle in trying to find a word to describe what it actually is and I guess 'celebration' is the best phrase to use.

"Okay... But it's already-" He looks at his clock and then pauses, "I'm sorry, I'm new at this. Help me out?"

I laugh and he smiles goofily.

"I'll be back, say, 12?" I shrug.

"What about school? When does that start?" He asks, completely oblivious.

"Monday... As it always has... Ever..."

"Yeah, I know that, but because of your cast don't you get extra days off because of incapability..." He hints.

"It's just exams, no classes. So I think I kind of have to attend but I'll give you a ten for effort." I smile.

I limp over to my shoes and pull it on the one foot I have available and dad grabs my crutches from across the room but holds them.

"Before you leave, I need to talk to you.." He sits down on the arm of the couch. "Well, your mother and I have been split up for several years now and I know it's been hard to cope with and to carry on everything but I found my way of getting through it. After your mum pushed me away from you, I was a mess and well, you can probably guess that... As I was saying, it's been years since our divorce and since then, I've been introduced to an amazing woman who has been my glue for every time I felt myself falling apart. And I love her, Fern. The thing is, she's moving in here, with me... and you, if you still want to stay." 

His voice beams of admiration and I want to feel sad but I'm happy for him, I think. I mean, like he said, it's been several years so why shouldn't he find someone new to be happy with?

"Wow! Dad, that's amazing! When can I meet her?" 

"Tomorrow, lunch?" He smiles. "I don't want you to feel pressured into anything! I can tell her to hold back for a couple of weeks if that's better?

"Dad, I want to meet her! So, yeah, lunch tomorrow."

"Her name is Addie, I have a feeling you'll get on with her..." He raises his eyebrows quick and the name swirls in my thoughts. "She works on Britain's Got Talent."

And then it clicks. 

She helped me back onto stage.

Well it was partly her. 

The other person didn't say anything, only stared.