Chasing Stars

Would Never

Saturday came and went, I refused to leave my room to eat. In my frustration and solitude, I managed to find some of my paint that had come with me in the move. I could have sworn I threw it all away. Nonetheless, I began to paint on the only canvas I had, my wall. I spent most of the night doing just that.

It was Sunday afternoon when a knock came to my door. I looked around quickly, "One second," I said realizing that in my absent thinking, I had begun painting on my walls. I sliding my nightstand back in place and hid my paint under my bed. Another knock came to the door as I pulled my tank top off of me and through it across the room. "I said one second," I shouting pulling off my shorts and tossing them aside.

"Come on Rylynn let me come in," Gerard's voice rang out. I through on an oversized t shirt and opened the door.

"What I can't change now without it being an issue?" I asked.

"Well after the way you've been acting, I don't know," he said looking me up and down. "What's on your arm?" he said reaching out toward me.

"Nothing," I said loudly and pulled my arm behind me. I knew it was just paint but I didn't want him to know. He looking at me with concern.

"Do you wanna talk?" he asked. I shock my head looking toward the side. I had nothing to say and I wasn't going to apologize for what I said.

"What did you need?" I asked after a second of silence.

"I just wanted to invite you downstairs for a movie." I looked at him for a moment.

"No I'm fine, I'd rather stay in here and read. Besides I'm grounded." I went to shut the door but his hand came to the top stopping it.

"Come downstairs," he said softly with concern. I looked at him for a moment. I wasn't sure the look on his face, I hadn't seen it before.

"I don't want to," I muttered.

"Well I don't want you to stay locked up here for weeks. Since we've done that for months now, it's time we start doing what I want," he said in a voice I couldn't place the tone of. I sighed and looked at him.

"Why are you dong this?" I questioned letting go of the door.

"Because you're my daughter," he said in a matter of fact voice. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine whatever, can I at least change first?"

"I thought you just changed?"

"Yeah I did, I changed for sitting up here alone, not having a slumber party at 5 o'clock downstairs," I said in a rude voice.

"Fine," he said walking away and shut my door behind him. He was still waiting for me when I walked out of the room. I gave a half smile. He returned it and began to walk downstairs.