Interracial 5sos

Castaway L.H

I haven't seen him since they divorced. That was ten years ago. I'm 16. I'm Amanda Hemmings but I prefer to go by my mothers last name.

She had bright brown eyes and curly kinky hair. She was sweet and funny. She cared and comforted. She loved. She's dead.

I'm being picked up by his new wife. She has short red hair. Brown freckles and blue eyes. She's beautiful but not as beautiful as my mother. Then again she taught me that everyone is a different shade of beauty just like mine is a different shade of brown.

I had my hair down free to blow which ever way. I had blonde hair like my father and brown eyes like my mother. He didn't attend her funeral because he was on tour. That's when I knew I never wanted to see him ever again. But when your grandmother has a full house and your moms an only child this is what happens.

She was going to speak but I made no attempt putting  Troye Sivan on high as we past the ocean in Sydney.

I wondered what he looked like. If he still had the same smile. If he still kept the lip ring my mom adored. If he still had our pictures on his bedroom walls.

We pulled up to a rather large house. It was suburban and had an ocean view.

She reached for my bag but I threw it over my shoulder. She retracted her hand and covered her face with a smile.

I looked down the street to see kids playing with their parents and I rolled my eyes. Once upon a time.

I walked in and felt cool air and smelled the sea. It was open and bright white walls with beige,blue and green furniture pieces. Since when did he become so clean in style.

Then I looked to his wife and saw that she was wearing a white sundress. Of course.

She handed me the remote to the t.v and left me there to cook dinner. I only sat there awkwardly and watched the sky turn purple and pink. I closed my eyes listening to every calm song there was.

That's when I heard the door close and a voice I could only remember from a long time ago. I sat up and watched him come into the living room. I took out my ear buds. He had gotten broader. He lost the lip ring and he wore a white button up. She ruined him. What happened to the flannels and the quiff I saw so often in  photo albums

"Amanda.",he said.

"Luke.",I said.

What a petty thing to do. But once you abandon the child you lose the title of a father.

He looked at her. She had grown so much. He felt tears fill his eyes and he walked towards her hugging her tightly.

"I'm sorry.",he whispered into her hair.

She was taken back. She wanted to hate him but she couldn't hate him. His arms were the only place she had left to call home.