My Sugar Angel #JustWriteIt

Chapter 23: Stay With Me

Savannah's POV

As I stood there, the President stared back at me with those muddy, brown eyes. My heart began to beat fast, as we continued our staring contest. After five seconds, I was first to break contact, but I did so because I wanted to vent out my feelings. I've bottled up all of these emotions for years and I was going to speak my mind. After all, I have the freedom of speech.

"I know you want me to call you 'father', instead of Mr. President, but I can't bring myself to call you that. You were never a real dad to me in my life because all you think about is protecting your precious country. What about protecting me from the dangers of the world? You have no idea what type of things I've attempted. So, stop pretending you care about me because I know you will never do such a thing. I am nothing to you," I ranted, letting all of my anger out.

I narrowed my eyes at him and he was rendered speechless. I know I was a bit disrespectful, but he has to know how I feel. He has to know of all the tears I have cried over the years.

Seconds later, his eyes darkened and he calmly looked at Griffin and I. "You can bring your bags upstairs," he suggested, before leaving us alone to go back to his office. After all, my dad thinks his job is too important for him to deal with family problems.

I followed Griffin up a flight of white, clean stairs and into a purple-themed bedroom, which we were sharing since most of the rooms of the White House were occupied. I let my feet drag me through the lavender carpet and plop onto the majestic purple covered beds. I stopped admiring the room and my eyes focused on Griffin because it was obvious that he wanted to say something.

"So, when were you going to tell me that you're the freaking First Daughter?" he asked angrily.

I get that he's mad at me for keeping a secret, but can you really blame me? Is it my fault that I'm not proud of my own father?

"Why are you mad at me?" I snapped at him, voicing my thoughts.

"I've told you my secrets yet you don't tell me yours. Do you not trust me?" Griffin asked, sounding hurt.

I got up from the bed and pointed my pointer finger at his hard, toned chest. "I trust you more than anything, Griffin. After these past few months, I have learned more about you and learned to trust you. I only kept it a secret because my dad is ashamed of me. He kept me out of his life yet he expects me to love and respect him. He was never there for me in my life. My mom was always away on business and dad worked for the government, making his way up to the White House. He doesn't realize how neglected and abandoned I felt! You know, I almost committed suicide, last year, because of him. Parents are supposed to nurture their children, but mine never did. Can you freaking blame me for doing things, that I have regretted?" I cried out, bursting into tears.

He moved closer to me and wrapped his arms around me, as I continued to cry my heart out. My parents didn't know I wanted to end my life and my friends didn't either. I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice. It was my birthday and my parents "forgot" to wish me a happy birthday. For some reason, my brother forgot it too. I was okay with it at first, but two months passed and they never called.

My birthday was supposed to be a special day, that day where you were born into the world, but my family didn't care. I was downright nothing to them.

I remembered that day, when I was in despair and wanted to end my life forever. The wind blew through my hair and stung my teary eyes, as I stood on a tall bridge. The smell of water and pine trees reached my nostrils, the moment I looked down at the blue and white currents, which were flowing through sharp, jagged rocks.

I was ready to say goodbye to the world and take the leap, but something happened. Something changed my twisted mind. Griffin.

I thought I was alone on that bridge, in the woods. I was wrong because he was there. He saw me crying, but he didn't question it. All he did was shout out my name to bring me back to my world. I turned around to face him on the bridge and he was breathless. He took my hand and he dragged me away from death.

He saved me from my tears, my death, and myself. He may not remember that moment, but I will. He was my hero and opened my eyes to not end my life because of pain.

He said that there will always be pain in the world, but our job is how we deal with pain. Do we want to deal with pain through drugs and alcohol? Shall we commit suicide, when in tears? Or will we be strong to face the pain because life was never easy?

I stopped sobbing and looked at Griffin with my puffy, red eyes. I didn't want him to see me like this, again. I felt so weak and vulnerable, like that one day.

His blue eyes looked down at me with concern, as he caressed my cheek. Butterflies blew up in my stomach and I had the sudden urge to kiss him. Weird, huh?

Griffin cupped my cheeks and looked me in the eye. "I want you to know something, Savannah. I know how you feel because I'm dealing with a similar situation, right now. You should know that your parents love you so much. They may not show it, but they care. I want you to stop hurting yourself because of them. I care for you too and I hate it when you're hurt," Griffin whispered softly.

I nodded at him, as I stared into his deep blue eyes. It was heartbreaking that he was hurting because of me. He really cared about me and wanted me to be happy. A smile broke out on my face, as my love for him deepened.

I pulled away from him and tapped his noise with my pointer finger. "Promise me something, Griffin."

He raised his eyebrows at me, wanting to know more. "What?" he asked curiously.

"Stay with me and don't you ever abandon me," I whispered, before I rested my head in his chest and snuggled against him. I could hear his heart beating as fast as mine and I could smell his cologne, which was an odd combination of cocoa butter and marshmallows.

I could feel his mouth move to my ear and his hot breath fanned my ears, causing shivers down my spine. "I will always be with you no matter what," he responded in a hushed voice.

I grinned widely at his words. He returned the smile at me, as I remembered how we used to argue a lot, but now, we're very good friends and I like that.

"Savannah," he called out to me.

"Yes?" I questioned with anxiety.

"Give your parents a chance. Everyone has a motive behind their actions," Griffin advised.

And those words hit me, like a wrecking ball. Everyone does something for a reason and maybe, my parents have a good motive for abandoning me. Maybe, they deserve a chance and forgiveness.

Author's Note: Yay! It's snowing where I live! Anyway, here's an update!
I hope it's okay...not really proud of this one. Let me know what you think of it in the comments below.

Also, I won't update as often because I'm going to audition for my class play, Aladdin. I'm hoping to try out for Jasmine to help me improve my hidden talent of singing.

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