I sighed heavily for the umpeenthtime as i stared at the ceiling of my room, waiting patiently for father who will be at home any time now. Its already past 11 pm and he usually goes home at 10. Im just really waiting for him to peak his head at my door and check on me, he does that every night.
I desperately wanna talk to him so bad. About what? About those boys, ofcourse. I kind of wanna blame him for not telling me anything bout the boys but i figured out he's tired so i'll try my best not to press it hard on him.
I glanced at the clock at my night table again, 11:27 pm. I sat up and leaned my back against the headboard. Then looked at the clock again. Same. Uuggghhh, what's taking him so long??
I stood up then walked to the big mirror that leads to my closet.
This is real...right?
I mean like, everything...this day, its real right?
It was not just my imagination.
Well i hope it was.
*crrreeeeaaaaaakkk*
I turned around and saw my father at the door. Ahh, finally. He's here.
"hi honey" he greeted in a tired voice then sat at my bed
"hi" i replied blankly then turned around to face him. "so...step-brothers, huh?"
He sighed heavily then ran his hand through his hair "Harper. please. not tonight. im tired"
"why didnt you told me??"
Its unfair. So unfair.
"ok. its past your sleeping time" he stood up then walked to the door
"its called bedtime, father. and i dont have a bedtime" i spat at him
He paused then turned back to me. "ok...you're clearly mad. why are you mad?"
Im not mad. Just a bit annoyed.
"why didnt you told me she has kids?"
He heaved a sigh then looked at me sternfully "because if i told you before, you will do anything to break us apart"
"so you wait till you guys are getting married so i cant? So i wont have a choice?"
I sat at the edge of my bed then glared at him.
"ok...so what are you feeling?" he asked then sat at the bean bag near my bed
I layed in my bed and stared at the ceiling again. What am i feeling right now? A rollercoaster hell of emotions.
"pain. anger. frustration. sadness. betrayal. unsureness"
"will i change that if i say sorry?"
"i dunno"
"are you mad?"
"i guess so"
"didnt you like those boys?"
"i dont know. i dont need those boys. i dont need Hazel"
"but i do"
Ouch.
I crawled to my bed and hid under the sea of blankets and comforters that i know would never hurt my feelings.
We stayed like that for about another minute before i heard him stand up
"goodnight. see you at breakfast" he said then closed the door behind him
I forced my eyes to close.
I really hope this is just a dream.
And when i open my eyes again, everything will be back to normal.
Please no step-brothers when i wake up.
