Meet me There

Tessa

The failing use of my right hand isn't really the failing use of my right hand. It's just another way to tell the time and im ticking.
Tessa

Oh no.

I finally arrive home only to find my dads car in the driveway. I pull out the key from the ignition and fall back in my seat, listening to the calming sounds of the wind. After about 5 minutes waiting, i take a deep breath and swing the door of the car open.

Taking out my keys, i plan an escape to my bedroom. I silently curse when i notice that the kitchen lights are open. Praying that this time will be different, i pull the door open.

I silently creep towards the stairs without looking back.

"Tessa!" my dad calls as i silently curse to myself.

"Yes?"

"Come here!" he yells from the kitchen

Slowly turning around, i mentally prepare myself as i make my way to the kitchen.

"Coming!" i reassure him

I find him sitting at the island with a can of beer in his hand. His suit is still fitted on his body and his face is unshaven.

"Where were you earlier?" my father asks me

I bite my tongue to keep me from asking him the same question. I find his question laced with irony.

"I was just driving around..." i lie

He narrows his eyes at me and scans me for a while before sighing heavily.

"Don't waste gas next time." my dad takes a swig of bear and dismisses me with the wave of his hand.

I sulk all the way to my room, completely exhausted. Heading straight for my bed, i plop down and stare at my ceiling. The roof of my room is decorated with glow in the dark stars that illuminates my room with green.

My father is unpredictable. Sometimes, he'll work 7 days out of a week. Sometimes, he'll never come home from work. Sometimes, he'll come home for sure but only to start a not so delightful conversation with me. He only started coming home to come check on me and get drunk.

I never relied so much on my father. Neither was i always independent. My grandmother from my mother's side was almost always there for me. Nana claimed that she loved me but she left me more recently to join her daughter.

Her and my father never got along either. Nana detested my father with a passion. My grandmother would always murmur something bad about my father when she would take care of me. Sometimes, when she felt like it, she even ranted to me about what a horrible person he is until night. Nana was a soft, loving person and i am so grateful to have had her in my life. Ever since she passed away, i noticed how lonely i was.

Shaking my sad thoughts away, i think about the boy that saved my life earlier today. I reenact the scene over and over in my head until i memorize every single detail that happened. One thing i realized though, is the tint of relief in his eyes.

His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of green. It was so easy to tell his emotions through them. After standing up, he was so happy and amused and relieved. I was confused as to why he would feel that way for saving a person like me but i guess you would get that feeling if you saved anyone at all.

Then there was his smile. His smile was really soft and full of life. As if it wasn't forced at all. His smile...

I find myself drifting asleep from thinking of his smile and my stomach turns warm and fuzzy. I smile to myself and let my mind wander into Dreamland.

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Im so sorry! I didn't intend for this chapter to be so sloppy! If you think you could help me fix this chapter, please comment. Any suggestion would be helpful!