Perfect Imperfection

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Mark's Pov

I heard the door open, and I turned around to see my dad. I grinned at him, but he just stared at the ground. He kept on walking, while I sat there confused.

"Uhh dad?"

He hesitated,"Yes?"

"Did you talk to Mr. Harold?"

"Yes I did."

"What did he say? Did I get the job?"

"He said you have to go for an interview, but I don't think it's a good idea."

My eyebrows creased in confusion,"Why?"

"It's a five hour drive Mark."

"It's okay. I'll come visit."

"Your mom isn't going to like that Mark."

"I know, but I need to get a job dad."

He sighed,"Fine."

He walked away from me, and I went to my room to pack my things. I felt excitement. This was my first real job! I walked into the kitchen and saw my mom. Her back was turned and I walked toward her and put my arms around her shoulders. She screamed and turned around.

"Mark! You scared me," she scolded.

I laughed,"It was intended."

She scowled,"Shut up."

"Mom guess what?"

"What?"

"I'm going for the job interview with Mr. Harold."

Her eyes widened,"That's five hours away Mark."

"I know mom, but I'll visit. I promise"

She sighed,"We'll talk about this later. Now Will you go to the grocery store and get me milk and cheese?"

"Okay mom."

I walked out of the kitchen and took my car. I drove to the grocery store and parked outside. I walked inside and got a cart. I went to the dairy section, and when I turned a corner, I bumped into someone's cart.

"I am so sorry!" I said, lifting up my head.

My breath caught in my heart. When I met those blue eyes. It was Vicky's mother. Her eyes narrowed at me, and my heartbeat quickened. She started leaving, but I held onto her hand.

"Mrs. Hart? Please talk to me."

"I have nothing to say to you."

"Please. I want to know how's Vicky."

She laughed,"Great supporting your child."

With that she turned around. I stayed there frozen. My child? What was she talking about? My heartbeat quickened, and I remembered everything. The call from the little girl. Was she my little girl? My palms were moist from sweat. I pulled out my phone and searched for the number. Vicky's number. I called private, crossing my fingers, hoping she'd answer. It rang and rang until I heard someone pick up.

"Hello?"

"Vicky?"

She gasped,"M-Mark?"

"Who's Robin?" I demanded.

"My child."

"Your child?"

"Yes."

"Is Robin my child Vicky? Is she?"

"No, she's my boyfriends," she whispered.

Her boyfriend's?

"Oh," I said and hung up.

I put the phone back in my pocket, and went to pay for my things. I got back in my car and drove back home. I put the milk and cheese on the counter, and I went to my room. I laid in my bed and sighed deeply. She wasn't mine. I felt disappointed. I started thinking of the conversation, trying to concentrate on her voice. She sounded nervous and she had whispered. Why? I started remembering other times she did that, and I realized she did it when she lied. I shot up in my bed. She could've been lying! Robin could be my little girl.

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