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Chapter Eighteen: For the Love Of A Daughter

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Chapter Eighteen

For the Love Of A Daughter

Oh father. Please father. I'd love to leave you alone but I can't let you go. Oh father. Please father. Put the bottle down for the love of a daughter.- Demi Lovato

*Evelyn's P.O.V.*

I took my coat off and put it on the coat rack. I stared back at the man who had the same eyes as me, with a confused look on my face. As to why he was here. Why would he just show up out of nowhere without announcing it.

"Are you just going to stand there and look at me? Don't you want to give me a hug?" He said to me and I shook my head as he started to take a step towards me. I looked over at Bennie who had his fists clenched to his sides and my mother was trying to calm him down. I wonder how long he had been here.

"Should I even give you a hug dad? Or should I even call you that?" I asked him and he dropped his head, running his hand through his hair.

"I think we should give them some space. Blake, honey, you hungry?" My mom asked pulling Carter and Bennie out of the room. Carter looked back at me, giving me that look saying, 'I'm in the next room' and I smiled at him and looked down at the floor.

It was quiet for about five minutes, even though it felt like a million. We just stood there standing fifteen to twenty feet away from each other and I wanted to keep it that way.

"So is that guy your boyfriend?" He said breaking the silence. I looked up at him and sighed.

"Maybe if you paid attention ten years ago, you would know that that's Blake Carter. My childhood best friend. But why should you care? You didn't care then, why should you care now?"

"It was just a question, Evelyn."

"And it was just a statement, Ernie." I snapped back. He seemed a little taken a back by my tone, but I could care less.

"Remember now, I'm still your father-"

"And I'm still your daughter, but that didn't stop you from abandoning me at the age of six, did it Ernie?" I said. I could feel my temperature boiling as I stood here in the same room with this man I so called my father.

"Look, about that-"

"There is no need to explain anything. Everything was pretty self explanatory the night you left."

"Can you let me talk?"

"Can you leave?" I said crossing my arms over my chest. I looked over by the kitchen door way and saw Carter's black converse sticking out from behind the wall and I smiled. He was so nosey.

"Can we just talk about this Evelyn? There was an actual purpose to me leaving you."

"If there is a purpose, then why didn't you send me letters? Or at least call once?" I said and he looked at me and then down at his feet. He was silent for a while as he twisted back and forth on his feet like an eight-year old who had just gotten in trouble. When he was at least forty now. I think. I had stop keeping track once he left.