Vanessa is an under the influence teen with a strict father. However, that doesn't stop her from doing what she wants when she wants, but when she meets Justin, the mature one out of her group of friends, she begins to see that her world doesn't rev...
Thanksgiving was different in every aspect. My father cooked this year and it frightened me. It wasn't that he was a bad cook, in fact he was pretty good for a man who didn't do it very often. What scared me was how collected he was as he paced around the kitchen, the kitchen that was once my mother's safe haven. His button up was unbuttoned slightly and his cuffs were rolled back. The man, being who he is continued to wear slacks and a pair of his typical dress shoes, but still. He wasn't being himself, truthfully. I helped him out yesterday afternoon. He didn't have much to bring in from his trip, but I still offered to help. He placed a warm kiss on my forehead and pulled out a small box that could only hold a bracelet or a necklace. He told me not to open it until Thanksgiving dinner. I stared at him deadpan for a long while after he stated that. Why he gave it to me right then and there was beyond me; he knew I'd be anxious. After that he dedicated all his attention to the kitchen. He looked through the different cook books my mom had left stacked up in one of the cabinet drawers and I couldn't read any emotion on his face as he flipped through the pages and snapped his fingers when he made a mental note that he was capable of following the selective instructions.
I didn't get too much sleep, due to my father's constant ruckus downstairs and Justin's little snores as we Facetime'd. It didn't matter though, I felt content about the day, it was Thanksgiving after all. Sleep or no sleep, I was going to be active today.
"Nessa." My father called as I began to tie up my black satin robe. I sighed before disregarding my slippers, opening my bedroom door and walking towards his voice.
"Yes, father?" I questioned.
"Everything should be done in a little bit. We're going to have to have dinner earlier though. The company called me a few minutes ago. Apparently, we're hosting a little Thanksgiving dinner so I'll be leaving shortly after four." I chewed the inside of my cheek before shaking my head.
"Alright." I stated, dryly as I turned on my heels and stumbled back into my bedroom. I needed to find out what I was going to wear today.
My father made a variety of food and for only doing it by himself, I was shocked and nonetheless proud. I helped him here and there with mixing a few things and keeping an eye out on whatever was in the oven. Since there was only two of us, there wasn't much of each variety. I was fine with that though. I was hoping there wouldn't be left overs, at least not enough to last me throughout the entire break. That was completely and utterly dead.
Stabbing into my greens I smiled at my father who was sipping his wine. Before he could even start talking about special twist to the greens his phone rang. His lips were pursed into a thin line before his eyes fell upon me. I should've known that he'd have to go as soon as we actually engaged in a conversation.
"Excuse me. I have to go." He announced as he placed his wine down and looked at his phone. I simply placed my fork down and placed my hands around my mouth before simply removing them and placing them back onto the table.
"I'm sorry, Nessa. I'll be home as soon as I can. Call me if you need anything alright?" He mumbled as he placed a short, warm kiss onto my forehead. I simply gave him a half smile and nodded. He sighed before he disappeared towards the foyer.
Thanksgiving Night
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