WANTED [REWRITING]

WANTED

"I SAW YOU come home yesterday," My dad said when I entered the kitchen threshold.

Pausing there, I yawned and stretched my bones. I had overslept as usual, and feeling extremely groggy. I felt knots all over and my body ached.

"Yeah, Brian...dropped me...off," I was between multiple yawns.

"I saw that," he prompted.

"Were you watching me? Us?" I looked at him with beady eyes.

"Just making sure you came home safe and that he kept his hands to himself," he shared his worries with me.

"Right, sure you were," I laughed.

"So,how was dinner with the Westerly's?"

I had barely sunk into my chair at the kitchen table when he asked. He was moving around behind me cooking breakfast.

Naturally I shrugged, "It was alright."

"Just alright?"he pressed.

"Annabeth is very nice and not at all like I thought she'd be. I like her." I decided.

"And Brian?"

"Not sure. He's still a mystery."

"Learn anything new?"

"A lot of things and some things I could do without knowing," I admitted, placing my head down on the table. The headaches came throbbing back.

"Like what?" He voice got slightly louder that I could sense that he was next to me. Then sound of a plate being placed in front of me. I lifted up my head and I sat back in my chair.

"Nothing important," I lied, picking up my fork and starting into my scrambled eggs. He sat down with his very one plate with food and begin to eat too.

After a few minutes I noticed my dad staring at me while I ate. He looked like he wanted to ask me something but was waiting for the right time to ask it.

"What?" I said, chewing on my toast bread.

"What do you think of Brian?" He said not wasting another minute.

"He...seems like he has it all figured out," I began. "He already knows what he wants and he has a career. "

"Do you see yourself being his?" My dad asked.

"His?" I stopped eating. "I'm not something to be had, dad. I'm not an object."

"Of course," he sighed, "Sorry."

"But no, I don't see myself being with him. At least not now...I don't know who he is. Just because were 'fated' to be together; doesn't mean we have to be, right?"

My dad smiled and nodded, "That's right."

I was glad that he wasn't going to push or force me. He was very understanding, in his world that wasn't. He wasn't going to push those views onto me.