Chapter 3

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" I'm baaaaaaaackkk ! " I yell when I reach home .
" Hello lovely . " my mother says .
Me and Ben havent talked since our talk.
I run upstairs and get tired when I reach the 2nd floor .
Why did I ever choose the third floor to be mine ?

When I was younger , my dad made me choose which floor was mine.
I choose 3rd , mom choose 2nd and dad choose 1st .
Which meant I had 6 bedrooms all to myself .
But Ofcourse , now that dad is gone , the guests use the 1st floor , which I don't like .

I walk into the 4th room and jump into the bed , slipping out of the uncomfortable clothes so I'm in my undergarments only .
Someone knocks .
I groan and cover myself with the blanket.
" C'mon in. " I say loudly.
A head peeks inside .
Ben.
I roll my eyes and put the cover down so they are till my waist .
Ben and I are too close .
Close enough for this .
I wouldn't do that if I weren't be wearing my slip .
But I am , so I'm comfortable .

" Hey . Um... I'm sorry . " He says , sitting on my bed .
I look away , managing to pretend I'm angry.
He sighs .
" I know I'm too insecure , alright ? But it's just.... I wouldn't want to see you hurt . "
Aw.
" I'm sorry ? " He says , more in a questioning way.
I laugh .
I turn to give him a hug .
" It's okay . " I say .
" Um.. Thanks . I can see your underwear . "
I throw my pillow at him.

.
Do I snore ?
Do I look ugly ?
Blah . I don't care.
I'm sleeping .

These are my thoughts when I sleep.

Which position do I take when I shoot the football next time ?
What If it hits go-

What was that ?
I hear some shuffling of footsteps and I open my eyes .
There's only one thing I'm afraid of.
The dark.

I sit up and the shuffling stops for a moment .
I gulp and fight back the tears of fear .
I take my hairbrush in my hand for attack . ( If needed . )
I switch on my lamp and -
" D-dad ? " I manage to choke out.
I blink my eyes and he's there , frozen , staring at me with wide eyes .
I switch on the lap and turn it on in a split second .
He's gone.
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?

.
I wake up .
Actually I was already wide awake.
I couldn't sleep that night.
No no no . That wasn't a dream .
It was real .
Dad was right there . In front of me . And then he was gone !
I shake my head and I come down .
Today was a holiday . More time to think about it.
" Mom ? " I say , rubbing my eyes .
Mom looks up from her magazine .
" Yes dearie ? "
" Um... Would u get angry or emotional if I ask... Say u something ? " I say .
She keeps down her magazine and looks at me with wide excited eyes .
" YOU GOT A BOYFRIEND ?! " She shrieks .
Mr.Kang freezes in a step .
Ben chokes on his break .
Kylie tries to stop her laughing .
I slap my palm on my face .
" No mom . " I groan .
Mom looks disappointed .
" Aww man . I thought u finally got a boyfriend ! " She says sadly.
I look at her in disbelief and she shrugs .
I take a seat.
" Anyway , as I was saying , I um.. I um.. Saw dad in my room . "
Now everyone looks at me with wide eyes.
" Do u know what your saying , honey ? " Mom says .
I clear my throat awkwardly.
" Um. Yes . I do. And I didn't believe that too . But it's true. " I say , chewing my bread .
Mom shakes her head.
" Your father is dead , love . "

Dead .
My stomachs tightens .
I don't like someone saying my dad ... Died.
I close my eyes .
" U do not need to remind me mother. " I say .
I open my eyes .
" It was a dream . " Mom says .
" No it wasn't ! I saw him ! " I say , my voice getting louder.
" He cannot be alive ! " Mom says, her voice getting louder too .
" YOUR SAYING AS IF YOU KILLED HIM ! " I say , slamming my palm on the dining table .
Mom looks at me in disbelief , her eyes filled with tears .
My face softens when I realise what I just said .
" I'm-I'm so- "
She raises a hand to quiet me .
A tear falls from both our eyes .
Ben clears his throat .
" Um.. I think we should go . " He says , getting up.
I still look at mom .
" Jennifer . " Ben hisses .
I look up at him .
" What ? " I say roughly.
" There's something I need to talk about with you. " He says , pulling me outside .

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