How He Saved Summer

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

We pulled in the driveway getting closer to my overjoyed Father.

I should be happy to see my dad. But that's far from how I feel. He's evil inside.

It was three years ago, over winter break. I was about to head to bed when I heard shouting in the other room. My Mom and Dad always fought that year, but never this loud. I tried to drown them out and ignore them but curiosity killed the cat as I walked closer to the room.

Bad choice because right when I went to the wall to hear, I hear the door slam open. I run and hid in the corner, praying to God no one would see me. I saw my Dad stumble out and screaming curse words I would rather not repeat. With that he stumbled out the door and took off.

I heard my mom balling in the other room. I wanted to comfort her but I didn't want to let her know I saw him. The next morning she said Dad went on another long emergency business trip. Ethan and I knew better, but went along with it for the twins sake.

After a month of Dad's' Business Trip', Mom sat me down and told me that she found out he cheated on her a couple of times while he was suppose to be at work, and he used thousands of dollars for gambling. I hated him every since the words ran off my moms tounge.

Two years after that, he tried talking to Ethan and I constantly trying to get us to visit but we denied every request. Mom thinks he's changed since he told her she went to rehab

I don't believe that bull shit.

But she does, cause here we are now, un packing, living with this ungrateful man.

Who I call my Dad.

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I throw my stuff on my bed. When we got out of the car, I grabbed my suitcases and dashed as fast as I could away from the scene. I picked a room that had it's own bathroom, a balcony that viewed the back yard, and a queen size bed.

"You must be Skylar."

I scream grabbing the closest thing to me. The guy smirks and puts his hands in the air " Please don't hurt me with that deadly hair brush." I turned bright red when I noticed I picked up a hairbrush as a weapon. Smart Skylar. I threw it on the bed.

I finally get a look at my stalker. He was awkwardly... cute. He had to be 6'4, light brown hair, that matched his light brown eyes that seemed to have some sort of gold in them. He had ripped jeans on that seemed muddy, with a plain white tee making his muscles bulge.

"You done checking me out hun?"

I cross my arms across my chest and put my chin up. " One: I was not checking you out. Two: Who the hell are you?" I spat.

He smirked about to open his mouth when my dad came out of nowhere and put his arm around the guy. " This is Seth, he works on my farm."