A Twitter Addict. (5sos.)

23.

@LuckyKaris

Today's the day I've been dreading for months.

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I got up and put my phone on my bedside table and looked down at the fuzzy pink slippers that sat peeking out from beneath my bed.

Usually I'd happily put them on and walk to get my shower. Then wear them back 

But today was different. Today I was being forced to meet the man who abandoned me when I was only 5 years old.

I stood up, and walked to my closet. I wanted him to see I was fine without him, but I also wanted him to see how much he hurt me.
It left me torn.

I grabbed a pair of dark jeans and a black tank. Putting them on slowly. I was hoping the longer I took, the less time I'd be forced to spend with him.

He was coming over here in an hour and would be staying for two hours.

Two hours of him intruding in my happy place. My home.
Mom would be staying, at least. But she'd be in the next room.
I'd much prefer she stay in the same room but I guess he somehow convinced her this was the best way to get to know me. 

As if I'd tell a complete stranger anything about me.

I sighed. Running the brush through my hair and slipped on my blue hoodie once I was done.

Let's get this over with. I grabbed my phone and saw I had a notification.

I smiled when I saw a message from MusicMan.

"You okay?" I whispered the message he wrote, trying to make it out as if he were here to support me.

The only guy I've ever trusted to be honest and true.