chapter- 32 not so small talk

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my family sits aroud the dinner  table making small talk, so i excuse myself and take my plate to the kitchen.

"lets go for a drive." my dad says making me jump.

I hesitate for a moment. debating what I should do...

"fine." its not like I have anything else better to do except mope around. I follow him out to the car the sun bright and shining.

we drive around aimlessly for a while listening to the radio, not saying much.

"is there anyway you can ever forgive me?" he asks turning the radio off.

"I just don't get it." I say after a moment of hesitation, "I mean look what happened the last time I was here..."

"I..I don't remember what happened." he says with his voice just above a whisper, "but, I've been in rehab..."

now this catches my attention.

"you what?"

"I haven't had a drink in 1 month tomorrow." he says, you can hear his smile and pride in his voice.

"I'm proud of you dad." I say feeling tears in my eyes. I never thought I would here those words come out of his mouth. growing up fearing him as he got more and more agressive, the 2 beers a night quickly turning into 3,  then 5 plus shots of random liquor he could find in the house, "I really am."

"and I'm proud of you. despite what I said at the begining of summer, I really am. you're an incredible girl and I'm blessed to have a daughter like you."

"thank you.." I say smiling.

"and give marcel a chance.. he's a confused teenage boy.. he doesn't know what he's doing."

I hope he's right.

****

we pull into the drive way, and a giant suv is parked out front.

what the hell?

and standing outside is Harry.

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