Memories. Things you remember when you actually don't want to. I grabbed my book, stood up and hoped this is just a dream. A bad dream. The last person I want to see is my dad. Not now, not ever.
I rushed out of the coffee shop, until I felt hands on my right arm.
"Scarlet....I'm -"
"Hey, dad" I'm what? What? What do you want!
"I'm....glad to see you here, sweet pie."
No, he did not just call me sweet pie. Oh, how I hate this guy
"Likewise. Okay. I have to go."
Trying too hard to control what I say
"I know it's bad timing..." He paused. Oh, yeah this is really a bad timing. I don't even want to see your face
"....but I want you to know that I'm sorry."
"Okay. Bye." I tried to be polite as possible and ran out.
I can't feel my legs. All I have in mind is 'Walk, walk, walk, until I reach my porch.' Don't think. No don't. Don't start. It has been a mantra I say over and over as I reach my house. Didn't care if people thought I was a complete psycho whatsoever.
I went inside and changed into my pajamas. Can this get any worse?
I fell asleep without thinking about anything at all. Thanks to my cozy bed.
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The Hypocrite
Mystery / ThrillerCareer oriented, firm and unmovable Scarlet will discover what happened to the dreaded things she managed to escape for a long time. Scarlet is having the time of her life. A control freak, 'get-a-hold-of-yourself kind of girl that has everything...
