Glass Heart

Part Sixty-Two

Kylie's POV:

My eyes watered even more.

I couldn't believe it.

My dad?

My dad was the last person Id ever expect to react that way.

He was supportive of me in every single way.

So why, why would he be mad at me being with Malia?

I was in love.

If anything, he should be happy. He should be proud.

I thought about this for a long time.

The longer I thought, the more tears seemed to stream down my cheeks.

That was, until complete and utter silence drowned out the thoughts.

I wiped my tears away, confused as to why both Ruby and Malia went silent.

I looked at Malia, who was staring off to the sliding glass door behind me.

I looked at Ruby, whose eyes were lingering on the same place.

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused as to what was happening.

What were they seeing?

I turned my body and faced the glass, but couldn't see anything.

The bushes were moving, but they always rustle somewhat.

I looked at Ruby in the reflection.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she seemed to be confused, just like me.

I turned back to Malia.

"Malia, what are you looking at?" I asked, my voice filled with confusion.

She looked down at me.

"You don't see that?" She asked, pointing to the swaying plants.

I felt relief, as I knew exactly what was happening.

Or, I thought I did.

"Malia, it's just the wind. Nothing to worry about." I said, trying to convince her.

I could tell she didn't buy it.

Partially because she didn't acknowledge what I said, but mainly because she kept her eyes at the glass.

"No. Kylie, look."

Before I could fully turn around, there was a bang.

It sounded like slamming on the glass.

I jumped, my heart quite literally coming out of my chest.

Ruby screamed, her shriek was probably heard by my neighbors.

Malia didn't make any noise, just closed her eyes.

I finally turned, trying to figure out what was going on.

And then my heart dropped.

My dad, standing behind the glass.

He was staring right at me.

Once we made eye contact, he stopped the pounding. 

His shoulders slumped, his body seemed to slouch down.

What is he doing?

There was nothing I could do.

I couldn't think of anything that could make him go away.

So, I just walked towards him.

Malia grabbed my wrist, causing me to turn to her.

The second my eyes left my father's, the harsh pounding on the glass happened again.