I bolt down the stairs, almost tripping over every second one and there I see him. My dad.
It wasn't that I was so excited to see him or anything. More than that, I wanted to see a familiar face to let me calm down a little bit. I've only been here for about 2 hours and let's see what has happened.
1. Met Ms. Slut
2. Met MS. Slut's princess
And okay, so maybe a little good has happened too...
3. GOT A HUGE ASS ROOM!!!
But anyways, no matter how mad I could be at my dad for not seeing or hearing from him in the last 4 years, I just really needed him right now.
"Ashley," he said putting his suitcase down, "it's so nice to see you kiddo. I can't believe how big you have gotten in these past years, you must have been eating your fruits and vegetables." he continued as he laughed and patted me ontop of my head.
Oh how I hated that. Like you are my father but I am 16 now, not 12 like the last time you saw me. I find it nice to see him but start to wonder what happened in the last 4 years of y life and how he never even tried to contact me. Was he too busy with his 'new family' to even give his real daughter a call?
I smile back and sit down on the chair behind me where he later sits down across from me.
"We need to catch up Ash, maybe we can go shopping tomorrow?" He said as if it was more of a demand rather than a question
That's exactly where Ms. Slut interrupts and says, "Oh hun, don't you worry, I'll take her."
I'm not sure whether I should be feeling relief or stress. Firstly, I hate going shopping with my dad. I know it was over 4 years ago but it doesn't seem as if he's changed even one bit. Shopping with him is more like seeing how many stores you can go into in about half an hour which to him is "more than enough time."
I look back at them both give them a nice smile, as real as I could make I and walk back up the stairs and into my room. I look back at the spiralling staircase and shut my eyes.
This wasn't actually happening, it was too crazy. That's when I started to feel extremely dizzy and somehow fell over.
Next thing I know, I'm in the hospital with my dad rubbing my head, "Ash, can you hear me?"
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California Kisses
Teen FictionSo of course my father has to 'fall in love' with some slutty 30 year old bitch who lives half way across the world. Then my mother decides to give me a change in scenery, which means shipping me out. But where does that leave me you may ask. Oh...
