Threatened Love

Chapter 6

- Dean -

Looking at her leaving is the worst feeling ever. The moment she stepped away i felt longing. Longing for her to be with me. I want to spend every moment with her.

But what is worse now?

Is my father standing in front of me with the brightest smile I've ever seen on him. Because i know what's coming. I can read his thoughts and i know what his words going to be.

Did you kiss.

"Did you kiss?" Here we go. He's waiting for me to say yes. I think he's waiting for this moment more than l am.

He's the only person that knows about me having feelings like an idiot for Julia. He's the only one who knew. I've always told him everything. Because i trusted him.

"Dad, not now" i say sounding a little annoyed. Because hell i am. Since I've seen her with that son of a bitch Ant. I hate him and Cora knows it. She's always sensed that i have something towards Julia but i never admit.

I never admit because i know that Julia doesn't have the same feelings towards me as i have. And thanks to Aiden he always made it clear for me. Although i hate it when i see her interact with him more.

It rips me, my heart aches every time. But I'm not supposed to feel it, I'm not supposed to be with her.  Hell I'm not supposed to like her like i do. It's hard though. So hard.

"Oh come on Dean" my father continues as he held my forearm when I tried to head towards the front door. "I saw how happy you were, i saw a smile i've never seen it on you before".

I'm afraid he's right. Actually he is right. I didn't smile truthfully since ages. I just felt it around her. I just loved the idea of living when she's around. Everything she does I find it adorable, I find it pretty, attractive.

And those dimples. Fuck.

Those dimples when she smiles when she eats. I can't even take my eyes away. It's crazy how dimples would do to a man like me.  I think she now knows how obsessed i am with her dimples.

"We didn't, okay?" I say rudely, even though I didn't intend to sound like that and i regret it the moment the words left my mouth. My father is the closest person to me. I can't make him sad.

I turn around to look at him. He was watching me intently as if he wants to see through me and read my thoughts.

"Sorry, it's just..." I can't form words properly, what do i tell him? 'No dad because she doesn't feel the same'. Or  'Aiden told me I'm not good for her the moment she arrived here'. Or 'she danced with the guy i hate the most and I couldn't do anything about it because it's her choice'.

"she doesn't feel the same" the first one was the safest option. He looks at me, his eyes full of compassion. I didn't need this look. I didn't need his pity. No one's.

"You can't say that if you don't know." dad says putting his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm not good for her dad, i smoke, i drink. She needs someone who makes her laugh, makes her happy." I snap at him. Yet, if i see her with another man laughing and smiling I might die.