Ms. Believer [On Hold]

26. Drunk confessions

A month later...

I woke up at the same hour as always, followed the same routine I always follow, getting up, going downstairs to take a glass of water, coming back to my bedroom, take a shower, do my make up and get dressed.

"Good morning," I simply said to Priscilla, a genuine smile was plastered on my face as I sat down on the stool, she was cooking some pancakes, I absolutely love her food "Priscilla, can I join you this lovely morning?"

The old woman that I've started to love a lot laughed "Of course you can, you silly thing" she walked over to me, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"Have I ever told you that you're like my grandmother?" I asked as I tied my hair up in a braid.

She shook her head slightly, as she served the food she was cooking into a plate, she covered it with chopped strawberries and some cream.

"No, but I bet that I am, I'm too old to be considered your sister, am I right?" She asked as she placed the plate in front of me, I laughed at her comment.

"Oh no! You're young, still young and extremely beautiful. You totally could go by as my sister," I said as I took a bite of the pancakes "Bravo! The best in the whole world" I exclaimed once I tasted it.

"Oh stop flattering me" she smiled at me.

"Mhmm" I tried to said through a mouthful of the amazing food.

After that Priscilla excused herself, she said that she had to talk to Ramona, the girl that usually cleans my bedroom, she is nice, we haven't talked much but she is nice.

I ate the whole plate that she prepared for me, I got up and washed the dishes, I know she will get mad at me but I don't have to do anything today, I just woke up early to talk to my father, I mean if I can. He is always busy. Today I skipped school. It's Friday and I just have one class, Biology and it's not that hard.

As I walked upstairs to my dad's studio my phone vibrated, a text.

-Where are you? H, x.

I smiled, a simple text from him can make my whole day.

-Home, I just had one class today, decided to skip it

-I'll come to see you later. H, x.

I locked my phone and walked in the studio.

"Yes.. No... Half a million? No I never said half a million!" My dad exclaimed, almost yelled as he talked to maybe one of his partners on the phone, he sighed and frowned "I said a million, not half a fucking million!... Yeah, fix that" and with that he hung up.

"Why were you screaming?" I asked as I sat down on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

My dad took a sip of his coffee before explaining that he was supposed to give some money to the hospital he directs in Los Angeles to some new charity event for kids with cancer, I understand his disgust though, my dad always gives a large amount of money to that kind of events, specially if it has something to do with cancer.

"Oh cool" I replied, I haven't been in good terms with my father lately though. I love him and we used to be really close to each other but since the other day I try to avoid any kind of deep conversation with him, I still remember what he said. I still can't believe it, I can't do it. Not right now. Not now that I'm happy.

He took his reading glasses off and looked at me, his hand reached for my hand "Have you thought about it?"

Letting go of his hand I got up "I gotta go" I said and walked out of his office. Wow, again.