They Don't Know About Us (Sequel to Teenage Dirtbag)

Chapter 24

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Elena’s POV:

            I wake up with a yawn, swinging my tanned legs over the bed and getting up. Running a hand through my long hair, walking down the stairs and entering the kitchen. Mum was there, making breakfast as I greeted her.

            “Hey,” I say, my elbows resting on the counter top as she looks at me. “Is Dad still here?”

            Mum sighs and nods, pouring two cups of coffee. “I’m afraid so,” she says, handing one to me and I smile at her gratefully. “He’s staying in the guest room.”

            “For how long?” I ask her.

            “A couple of days, I think,” she replies, and I let out a quiet groan. “Please, Elena, be nice. He still is your father.”

            “Unfortunately,” I mutter, looking down at my steaming coffee. Mum gave me a look and I shrugged. “It’s true,” I add defensively, sipping my coffe.

            Mum chuckles, shaking her head. “Just behave,” she says, putting her now empty coffee mug in the sink. “I have to go to work. I’ll be home by dinner.”

            I nod as she kisses my head and walks out the door. “Bye,” I call out just as I hear the door shut.

            Sipping my own coffee, I sit down on the chair as I drink. A few seconds later, the person I least wanted to see walked into the kitchen. I controlled my eyes from rolling them as Dad went over to the fridge. I hated that he just walked back into our lives and came into our kitchen and started eating our food.

            Instead of looking at him, I looked down at my almost empty mug, lifting it up and taking a long sip from it. I made no eye contact with my father as he shuffled around the kitchen, and suddenly my phone buzzed from the counter top. A small smile came on to my face as Harry’s name flashed on the screen, and I hopped off my chair and answered his call while walking out of the kitchen.

            “Hey,” I answer the phone. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?”

            Harry’s deep chuckle sounded through the phone. “Yeah, but I wanted to talk to you before I went to bed.”

            I smiled as a blush crept on to my face, looking down at my bare feet. “What’s up?” I ask him.

            “How’re you holding up?” Harry questions. “You know, with your dad staying with you?”