Bad Boys Can't Love

Fallen Tears & Starry Skies

Part 20: Fallen Tears and Starry Skies

   I hate him. I hate him so much that it hurts. He's such a lying douche. It pains me that I fell for his trap. I fell for his trap because he's my dad. But he's not really a dad, I remember. I've just always dreamed of a real dad, and that's what he proposed. So I let me guard down.
  So here I am, sobbing on the street corner. I'm alone and sad and confused. I don't know why I came here, out of all places. I like that it's quiet, that's for sure. And it's not home, which makes it a million times better.
It's been a few days since the meadow act. Yes, act, because it was all fake. Now he's back to being a dirtbag.
  Today, when I got home from school, I found my mother in complete tears. I assumed the worst, grandma died or a robber broke in. I looked around quickly to make sure everything is still there. It was  odd to see my mom in tears again. The only times I really see my mom in tears is over my dad. Dang it, my dad. At this realization, I had dropped everything then ran to her, questioning her what's wrong, even though I knew it was my dad. Of course it had to be him. She came home from work that day to find a girl at the house with him. Enough said.
He had told her that he wouldn't do that. He said that he wanted a healthy perfect marriage. That was all bull, so obviously the meadow had been, too.
Its only been four days, and he's already breaking promises.
I regret forgiving him. I give him a second chance, and now it's all wrong. Everything is back to the terrible past, and my mother is miserable. When she's miserable, I'm miserable. Simple as that. I want him to leave again, to never come back. I don't need him in my life again, I was doing great.
The sun is already almost beneath the horizon, gone for what seems like eternity. It's about to vanish, and the sky is dark and cloudy.
I let the tears roll down my damp face as I curse my life. Why did my dad have to come back? Everything was fine for once. I feel as if the world is against me.
A car drives down the street, it's headlights blaring. It rumbles loudly as it approaches. The car pulls up near me, and I'm about to run for my life. I get nervous and start shaking. Am I going to be kidnapped?
This is when I recognize it as Asher's gorgeous Mustang. Thank God.
He hops out of the car and runs to me. He immediately sits down next to me, wrapping an arm around me tightly. "What's wrong? What the hell happened? Do I need to punch someone?" Asher questions me frantically. I shake my head as sobs rack my body. I'm breaking down right in front of him, and I don't even care. He's gotten in to the high walls I've spent years building around myself. He has all of my trust. I trust him with my life, my feelings, everything. I never doubt him, I never question his intentions anymore.
"Hush, shh." Asher whispers soothingly, holding me. I feel the mascara burning my eyes. Yes, mascara. I was actually trying out makeup for the first time. Callie convinced me.
I'm not loving it because now my eyes burn like hell.
After I calm a bit, still in hysterics but not as bad, Asher kisses my forehead. "It's all going to be okay, whatever it is, I'll fix it all. Sarah, if I had the ability to make your life perfect and flawless and wonderful, I would damn do it. No matter what it took. And I want to hit myself for not being able to, so I'll try my hardest to get your life closer to it." Asher tells me. I nod my head and smile faintly. He means that, I know he does because of the way he says it. And it feels amazing that there is someone out there that cares that much about me.
"M-my d-d-dad." I manage to get out. His eyes turn fiery as he gets angry. "He did this?" He asks, trying to stay calm but failing miserably. "He made my mom cry. B-brought home a girl and..." I trail off as I begin to cry again in Asher's arms. "I am going to knock the living day lights out of him." He declares. "N-n-no! He a-already doesn't like you, and i-is b-bigger than you." I protest. I don't want Asher getting hurt, that would hurt me. I want him to be happy and not get too dragged down by my stupid life problems.
"I need to do something." Asher tells me, pain in his eyes. Is the pain because of me? I don't want to cause him pain. "There's nothing to do. Except hold me." I cry, shivering as a cold breeze whips me. He hugs me, sharing body heat. I could stay in his arms for a million lifetimes, and trust me, I'm not planning on letting go of him anytime soon.