Dreams

Theropy

    "S-sorry... it's an instinct.. my ex hit me any time I said I was ugly..." I look down, ashamed. I was met with a warm hug. Shock flooded me and I just taped his back a little.

He laughs. "Come on give me a real hug."

I hug him and I feel better, besides my butterfly filled stomach. He looks down at me and smiles. I look to the side, hiding my face and walk away. He fallows me.

We get a few houses down from my house and I stop.

    "Shit... my dads home..." I look at Nathan. "Ok shoo." He looks at me a bit confused. "Here give me your phone" We switch phones and put our numbers in them then switch back.

" Now shoo my dads home and they'd freak if they found out you walked me home."

   "Will you come back?" He takes a step back. I shrug and walk the rest of the way to my house alone.

I walk in the front door and into the living room. My dad sits on the couch with the tv on to some stupid show.

    "Hey..." I say, a hint of fear in my voice. I swallow hard trying to get rid of the lump in my throat.

He turns and looks at me. He has a creepy grin on his face. "Hey there."

I look down and back up. I look up at him and see him still looking at me with that gross grin. I run upstairs to my room.

I fall back onto my bed looking up at the ceiling. I sigh and close my eyes. Then my phone buzzes. I look to see who it is.

Nathan: you coming back?

Me: no sorry I can't...

Nathan: I wanted to ask you something.

Me: what??

Nathan: it's kinda something I want to ask in person.

Me: ok...

I put my phone down on my night stand and close my eyes again. My phone buzzes again and I sit straight up, kinda pissed, I just want to be left alone. I pick up my phone and turn it on.

Nathan: would you go out with me?

I stare at the text for a while. Wondering what to say. I mean ya I like him. He's nice too, but am I ready for a relationship? Finally I come to a decision.

Me: umm.. not now... I mean we just kinda met.. and we don't know anything about each other..

Nathan: ya.. your right sorry.

I waited in my room till dinner. We had pork chops, with olives and peppers. After dinner I wash the dishes and put them away. I walk past the living room to get to the stairs to go to my room.

    "Ash, come watch a movie with us." My father says as he flips through the channels. My mum is sitting in the chair beside the couch. I sit on the couch beside my dad but I try to stay as far away as possible.

He finally finds something to watch, Frida. A little after halfway through the movie my mum went to her room. It was me and my dad, alone. He moves closer to me and pulls me into his side. I tense up and freeze.

He slips his hand down my pants a little. His finger tips going into my underwear. After rubbing my stomach and just into my underwear and doing the same with my bra, slipping his fingers in a little then pulling them out, he stands up and goes to the bathroom. I move to the end of the couch where I was before.