Fly // 5sos au

03

“Are you okay?” Calum asked me for what seemed like the hundredth time. Patience, lesson 10. I nodded quickly and picked up my bag so it wouldn’t drag in the sand. Their house was far back into the beach, surrounded by sand. It was small, and looked old. The porch extended only a foot or two, to reach the three front steps, and had stilts holding up the roof that acted as a barrier from rain. The siding was a faded turquoise, and the panels were a weak yellow as well.

My mother and I lived north of Buffalo in upstate new york. We lived in a huge, black and brown tutor at the end of our street, we almosted live in Suburbia, but the houses were far somewhat close to each other. We lived at the dead end of the road, and we had this beautiful forest in our back yard. There was a little creek once you got into it. I saw it once when I was about 5, and it was absolutely beautiful. My mother then shoved me back into the prison, and taught me lesson 14, obedience. We had black curtains on all the windows, with black walls, and dark hard wood. She liked to keep me in the dark

My dad’s house was a freshment, it was a light blue and had yellow lining. It matched the classic beach house perfectly.

The boys already went inside, but I was just standing on the small porch, looking around my bright surrounding. We never had lights in our house, or anything colorful. The beach had so much life, and so much colors. Every shade of blue and green; and the sun was coming down, leaving breathtaking stripes of blue, purple, pink, orange, and red. The colors were so bright that the warm colors looked violent and bloody, while the darker colors glimed with stars.

“Um, Aurora?  Come on, Dad wants to meet you,” Calum smiled at me, standing at the door. I picked up the cursed suitcase and trotted in. The living room was furnished by two couches and a love seat, revolving around the television. The Kitchen was separated by a half wall, consisting of only an island and kitchen appliances. There was a makeshift dining room between the two, with a table set for 6. Sitting in those seats were Michael, Luke, and Ashton. I really hoped they didn’t live here, I prayed they didn’t. Their obnoxious laughter didn’t keep me distracted for long, though, because I was greeted by a tall, blonde woman, and a limping middle aged man. He smiled at me. I knew it was him, but I wanted to make sure that it really was.

“Dad?” I gingerly asked him to confirm my beliefs.

“Luke, I am your father!” Luke started gasping for breaths because he was laughing at his own joke too hard. Or me. Nobody else laughed, and I felt mortified. Lesson 4, show no weakness.

You don’t understand how much I hated you. You started cooing and laughing during one of the most important days of my life. But you apologized after, and I realized, you didn’t mean to hurt me. I was planning on a heart to heart conversation with him, having the daddy daughter hug I’ve always dreamed of. I was so, pissed. But I couldn’t stay mad for long…

 

(my computer shuts off at 12 so that is why this is short we don’t read this omg. anyway

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