Chapter two - flying

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Carla's P.O.V :
so yeah ,  finally this day came faster than i thought ,  thank god i had time so i spent most of my time with mum ,  lily and a few friends.
Something was fishy about dad ,  since the day we argued , i felt something was wrong , I'll figure it out later.

I took one last look at my room , maybe that's weird but i felt that my room was naked ,  no carpets or maps ,  no posters or magazines ,  even my first guitar that i used to hang on the wall wasn't there.
Everything is shipped to Ireland ,  the land of beer and leprechauns.
I went to say goodbye to mum ,  i found her in the living room hugging dad and she was... Crying??
It wasn't the first time for dad to travel ,  but that was weird....

"Martha ,  please don't cry ,  don't worry ,  everything will be just fine" my dad said in my mum's ear.

"Ayee, mum ,  i'll miss you so much ,  sorry if i was a pain in the ass sometimes ,  but i know deep down you love me because i can make awesome pancakes" i said while walking into the room ,  my mum turned around wiping her tears ,  she had that smile that warmed my heart.
I'm gonna miss this lady...

After a few goodbyes and hugs ,  we were at the airport.

"so , young lady , are you excited about Ireland ?" , my dad asked , while I was sipping my coffee.
"meh , not that much , maybe a little bit nervous ,  you know I don't get along with people that much" i replied honestly.

actually , I prefer being alone most of the time , if you knew me back , a few years ago , you will see a different Carla , but some douche bag came into my life and changed it.

back to reality....

"oh no my dear , don't be , you will love it there , besides , you will start working after a few days when we arrive , so you can spend your time , i  will be out most days" 

"i think that's great , just promise me you'll be fine" i said , looking directly in his eyes .
those hazel eyes were dull , that's not okay , dad's eyes are always shining like honey drops , but the last few days here , i felt like he was hiding something from me.

"dad , there's something going on" i said as if i was 100% sure.
"wh..what do you mean , my dear?"
"no dad , don't play that card , I'm not dumb , you know?" this time tone was harsh , sadness flashed into my father's eyes , suddenly i felt guilty.

"dad , I'm really sorry , is just that I'm worried about you" i said , looking down into my cup that is now empty.

"I'm fine my dear , just a little bit exhausted" he said while giving me a sad smile.

maybe I'm just overreacting .......

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 23, 2016 ⏰

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