Story of a girl

Chapter 4

I feel like I can't breathe. I haven't seen him in so long. I feel a panic sweep over me. A panic attack is coming.

Just breathe.  Ethan breathe. He can't hurt you.

Chelsea snuggled up next to me. I put my arm around her. "Hey, everything ok? It's only for 20 minutes at the least."

"Ok, I got this." I said as I squeezed her.

"You do got this." She said as she looked up at me.

I saw the door open. My father walked through it.  He looks the same, but different. He still has that cold stare. That hardness, that makes you feel like you looking at a shell of a human being. He used to have this kinda long tuff hair. Now it's more of a buzz cut.  He sees us, a smile shoots across his face like a shooting  star. Its more like a burnt out star, still bright but not beautiful.

He sits down across from me and Chelsea. "So, how have you been?" He asked sheepishly.

"I'm alright." I said in a cold dead voice.

"Who is this you brought with you?" He said still a little sheepish.

"Oh, I'm Chelsea. I'm Ethan's girl friend." Chelsea budded in.

"Ahhhh, I get it. She's very pretty" He said with a mischievous smirk.

Part of me wanted to pound his face because of I don't want him looking at her. The other part on me was melting because she referred to herself as my "girlfriend".

"No, it's not like that. Me and Ethan are just close friends, but thank you." Chelsea said politely.

What does that mean "we're just close friends". I mean I basically saved her from the evil clutches  of that band need Justin. It's like she's hot and cold. One minute she totally digs, the next she doesn't. I'm just like come on woman make up your mind.

"Yeah," I sighed "She's pretty great." I said, thinking about what we could be.

"So, what prompted you guys to come here? I mean it's great to see you and all, but you haven't wanted to see me in nine."

"Well I got your letter, and Chelsea thought I should come. I'm kinda glad I came." I said relaxing a little.

"I'm glad you came to. So what's new?"

We talked for a little bit. Basically catching up. I was actually enjoying being around him. This was my dad. This was the guy my mom fell in love with, but there's that spark. The kinda spark that could start a wildfire. Everyone has that spark, it just depends on how we use it. I mean there are those people who change that world, then there's my dad who makes the bad. We need the balance though. Maybe his spark died. All sparks die at some point, his spark is like a wildfire rolling through the country side. The kinda fire that kills families, and when it's out everyone's happy again.

"How that broad at home?" He asked.

"Are you talking about my mom?" I said, anger flooding into my voice.

"Yeah? Who else would I talk about." He said with a little spark in his voice.

He doesn't even know what kinda fire he just started. "Do not talk about my mother like that!" I screamed. "You don't even get it, do you? You don't understand you almost killed your own wife. You hurt me, your own son. How do you think that effected my life? At least I know how to treat a lady. I would never dream of talking to Chelsea like that.  I don't even know why I came. Your just as bad as you were when you came in here. You never deserved my mom. She is the greatest person ever, and she had to deal with your sorry ass. I hate you. And I always will. I hope you rot in here!" I said then stormed out before I started crying.