My obsession with Rafe Vega : Teen Fiction

Chapter 22

Okay sometimes when I’m in my room, I do really silly things when I’m bored, like lay on my bed, with my legs up against the wall and try bouncing a football around to see how long I can keep the ball in the air.  Stupid, I know.  I frowned irritatedly when I heard that knock on my door.  Who can it be you may ask?  Roger hardly ever comes to my bedroom.  When mom knocks, it’s soft, kind of requesting an invitation to enter.  The one now, was practically screaming, “Answer, what’s taking you so long?”

‘Yes, what you want?’ I reluctantly responded to the thump on my door.

‘There’s somebody to see you,’ Andy informed me.

RAFE?

‘It’s a gentleman,’ Andy replied, as I continued to stare at him.

Brand Sponsors?  Media?

‘Did you tell Roger?’

‘Dad asked me to call you, and he’s not looking happy, and mom looks kind of spooky too.’

‘Man?  What man?  I’m not expecting anybody,’ I slid off the bed, to go check out who’s there.

‘Er Katy, I think you should change.’

I looked down at my skimpy PJ briefs and matching top.

‘Right, wait with me,’ I quickly slipped on sweatpants and a sweater, while I made Andy wait for me.

‘Did he say who he is or what company he is from or something?’ I asked Andy as we walked down the stairs.

‘I don’t know,’ he’s in there,’ Andy pointed to the guest living room, where we formally received visitors.

 I wanted Roger to be with me, to meet whoever the visitor was, so I went to our private lounge where he and mom always relaxed, enjoying after dinner drinks most evenings, before they retired to their bedroom.

‘Hey dad please can you__.’

Andy was not lying about mom looking spooky.  She was white as a sheet.  Her eyes looked glazed, as she just stared into space.  Roger was standing at the total opposite end off the room, gazing out the window. The room was highly charged, a lit match stick could have burned down the place.  Roger had that look on his face like when I’d done something wrong, but he was giving me the benefit of the doubt, until I was able to declare my not guilty verdict.

‘Mom what’s wrong?’ I cried out running to her and throwing my arms around her.

Roger turned sharply, and visibly shook his head lightly. Mom hugged me and held onto me like I was leaving the country permanently or something.

‘What’s wrong mom?’ I sobbed, the tears rolling down my face.  I have never ever seen mom this distraught in my entire life.

‘Hello Katy,’ I heard a voice from behind me at the door, and for some reason mom stiffened in my arms.  I turned around to see who the voice belonged to.

‘Daddy!’ I blurted unthinkingly, as I stared at the man at the door.

My father!  He looks just the same as the pictures I have in my album.  Just the same as the photo, I carry in a secret compartment of my purse. 

Not that I took it out and looked at it much in the last two years or so.  But he seems not to have aged a day!

‘I’ll be in my office,’ Roger spoke, addressing nobody in particular.

I looked at mom, she was looking at the carpet, her eyes were moist.  What the hell was going on?  Was my father coming back?  Was she divorcing Roger?