Was It a Bad Idea Coming Back?

A. L. Handkerchief

FINALLY UPLOADED!!! SORRY FOR THE MISTAKES!!! HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS CHATPER!!!! <3 <3 <3

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Dara's POV

                    My day went horrible! With everything going on between the guys is breaking me even more. Walking down from my room I smelt the amazing smell of Spaghetti. Leaning on my side against the wall I watch my dad get the food ready. He looks so happy since mom left. He deserves someone better than mom. But, is it wrong to say something like that? "Oh, Dara, how long have you been there? You scared me." he raises his head letting out a beautiful laugh. "Come on let's eat!" he says calmly bringing the bowl out of the kitchen.

                    I'm not in the mood for smiling or talking, but he would always bring a smile on my face. I gave him a small smile sitting down at the big brown family table in the dining room. I took my spot across from him in the middle. 

                    He hands me the bowl of Spaghetti, and I dump a little on my plate. "Okay, let's pray." he smile shutting his eyes. Closing my eyes feels like I could just be free. "Dear heavenly father, thank you for this beautiful day, and for being able to let us have food on the table. Please let those who are suffering on this cold day be warm. Please watch over us and everyone else. In the name of Jesus, Amen." 

                    I open my eyes looking onto my plate. I'm not so hungry today that I start playing with my food. I feel so lonely again, and I don't want my dad to send me to a mental hospital or whatever for my depression. I don't want help; I just want to endure with it. I need Skylar and Christian right now. I need them. They're the only two people I could actually cry and feel more comfortable around with my feelings.

                    Sometimes I feel like a burden to my dad, and wonder if he’s ever tired of me. I gulp down the lump in my throat "Dad, you love me right?" I ask as tears form in my eyes. I hurriedly wipe them off; I don't want my dad to see me cry. 

                    "Now, what kind of question is that?" he chuckles "Of course I love you, Dara." he says with a happy voice "What makes you ask that?" he says worriedly. 

                    "Dad, people hate me. They don't even want to be my friend." I break down crying softly thinking of everything that has happened to me lately. "Dad, I want to leave this place. I want to go back to London." my voice crack as I spoke. 

                    "Darling," he get’s up from his seat, walking over to my side "people may hate you, but people also loves you." his sweet, calming voice says as he kneels down.

                    "I don't know, dad." I cry harder, pulling me into his arms. Being in my dad's arms can be heart warming and can fix my sadness, but right now it's no help. Although, I am very happy to be in his arms. 

                    "Show them you are better, Dara. Always keep your head high." I heard him trying to hold back his tears. "I don't want to ever see you cry. It breaks me, Dara. You don't know how much it hurts a father to see her daughter cry." he cries into the crook of my neck. 

                    "I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm so sorry." his voice cracks "I'm not a good dad." he cries louder.

                    "Dad, you shouldn't say that. You are a good dad to me." I hug him tighter letting my tears fall. 

                    "I am. Look at you!" he pulls away to look at me "You're crying! If I was a good dad, you wouldn't be in this state!" his tears fell from his eyes. His beautiful green eyes are now surrounded with red puffy skin. I never want to see my dad cry ever. "Dara, I'm sorry." I reach out to wipe his tears as he wipes mine.