Broken||M.C

*Twenty-Three*

Avery

I had gotten in touch with my dad, if you could call him that, and he agreed to meet me for lunch. Michael was coming, because there was no way that I was doing this alone. I hadn't seen the man since I was ten years old and I was still scared of him.

I put on skinny jeans, a flannel and combat boots. Straightened my hair, put on a little makeup and walked downstairs. Michael was sitting on the couch, looking at his phone.

"Ready?" I asked.

"If you are." He said.

"Yep, let's get this over with." I said as he opened the door.

We walked out to the car and the whole way to the diner, my stomach was turning on itself. I was so scared. Michael gently took my hand and held it, which calmed me down a lot. The affect he had on me was amazing.

He pulled into the parking lot and I squeezed his hand so tight that it was turning red. I let go of it and started biting my nails.

"Avery, calm down. It's gonna be okay, I'll be right there." He said.

"I know, I'm just so scared. I barely even remember what he looks like." I said.

"Come on, let's go. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

I nodded my head and opened the door. He met me on the other side of the car and held my hand. We walked into the diner and I froze. I saw him, sitting in a corner booth. Our eyes locked and all of the memories came back, the yelling, the screaming, the pain. It came back and I almost broke down.

I was able to regain my composer and we both walked over to where he was sitting. He stood up and I could literally feel the awkwardness.

"Avery." He said.

"Hi," I said.

I couldn't even bring myself to call him dad. All the anger was coming back, and I had to somehow suppress it all.

"Who's this?" He pointed to Michael.

"Oh this is my boyfriend Michael." I said.

He frowned but shook Michael's hand. He didn't seem to happy that Michael was here or maybe it was the word 'boyfriend' that hadn't set well with him. Either way, he had no room to say anything after the life he had put me through.

We sat down at the boot and the waitress came to take our drink orders. Once she left. He started asking questions.

"So I heard you were on a trip. Where did you go?" He asked.

"I was on tour with Michael's band."

"Oh." Again he frowned. "So your in a band hu?" He asked Michael.

"Yes I am." He said.

"What kind of band?"

"We're like a pop punk band."

I shook my head. "They're not punk."

"Yes we are." Michael said.

I giggled a little. He always hated whenever I said that they weren't punk, it was funny and adorable.

"Well that sounds, interesting." He said, then he looked at me.