That Little Letter

Chapter Two

Max closed his door quickly and locked the little padlock he managed to install once things at home got a little out of hand. He was sixteen, he needed privacy. And more importantly, he needed safety. So what did he do with his newest paycheck? He went to the hardware shop and grabbed the closest padlock. 

Before he could hear his father's footsteps bolt up the stairs, he took out his phone and checked his email. It was six o'clock PM where he was, but he knew from previous messages that Dove was a few hours ahead of him, which only meant that he had to message her back before she passed out. 

She sent him a letter four hours ago, which meant he was at work, skipping the afternoon at school just so his dad wouldn't come by and pick him up. He didn't want to be around him. 

So just when his father's fists began to bang on his bedroom door, Max slumped against the far wall and began to type quickly on the iPhone 4s he managed to get a few months before. 

'Dear Dovey, 

I must admit, I did miss your sweet letters. They make me smile and happier than you will ever know and I'm beyond glad that we are friends. And I'd LOVE to see you face to face. I imagine you with crazy brown hair that cannot be tamed no matter how many times you brush through it. Also, I think you have light hazel eyes and bright red-tinted lips. 

As for your description of me, you were almost 100%. I have dirty blond hair, but I have blue eyes instead of green. Also, I only have one dimple, and it's on my left cheek, but that doesn't really matter right now. 

I often think about you. Yes, as cheesy as that may sound, I do think about you the majority of the time. Don't ask me why. You just come up and you stay in my mind 24/7. Maybe it's the majestic hair I imagine that you have. Or maybe it's the way I imagine you to laugh. Either way, you are what I often think about.' 

"Max, get out here this instant!" His father yelled loudly from the other side of his door. Max brought his attention toward the wooden plank and glared at it as if it were his father. He didn't want to leave his room. He didn't even want to see his own father. 

"Leave me alone!" Max yelled back, feeling the anger he felt toward his dad grow inside of his gut. He glared at the door as his father yelled back, but he didn't listen to the words. Instead, he brought his attention down and finished the little message for the girl who was always on his mind. 

'I hope one day my dreams come true, Dovey. 

I will talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight. 

YOUR favourite, 

Max.' 

And then he pressed send before banging on his side of the door to try scaring off his father. It obviously did nothing and the booming voice exploded out into the air again.