I Found You, Something Told Me To Stay - (Jason/Zacky) Version Two.

Chapter Twenty-Three.

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“I’m sorry.”

Upon the words that left my lips, my dad turned from where he was stood at the kitchen island and met his gaze with mine. He opened his mouth to speak, though I gave him no chance to before I threw myself against him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Whoa, kiddo.” He emitted a deep chuckle, squeezing me tightly and kissing the top of my head. “I know you’re sorry, Midge. It’s been a week already…when are you gonna stop apologising, huh?”

He was right—it had been a week since the party situation with Ronnie, and it had only taken a bit of sleep and an emotional talk with my dad, only hours after our huge argument, for me to realise I was the one in the wrong. Ever since then, however, I’d not stopped apologising—for two reasons.

The first reason being, that I was genuinely sorry for screwing up like I had. I’d not been here long, and I’d already tested my dad’s patience and made him lose a whole night’s sleep whilst he’d waited up, worrying about me. I’d realised that I’d only thought of myself in that situation, and that I’d been completely out of line.

The second reason, though, was a little different. My second reason for constantly apologising and trying to make things up to my dad, had appeared after a conversation he’d had with me a few days before, in which he’d explained that he could no longer take not knowing what his parents had wanted when they’d come here, and that he was going to go and visit them and find out for himself. That had frustrated me a little, but I decided to keep that for myself and pretended to happy for him that he was doing it; that was until he dropped the bombshell that he didn’t want to leave me on my own, and therefore, I would be spending that night at Zacky’s house.

Luckily, I didn’t lose my temper; I didn’t think that would do anybody any good. I did, however, begin to feel dread inside of me at the idea of spending a night at Zacky’s house. I’d not seen him or spoken to him since I’d acted totally unfairly towards him during the argument I’d been having with my dad, and the guilt had been getting to me quite a bit. I also wasn’t sure how I was going to cope on my own with him, now that I was feeling the things towards him that I was.

“I just want you to know that you can trust me.” I told my dad, once he’d released me from his grip. “It’s one night, right? You’ll be back some time tomorrow. I could just hang back here and watch movies on my own…or something.”

Again, my dad chuckled. “Of course I trust you, Midge. I’d just prefer it if Zacky was there to keep an eye on you, that’s all.”

I couldn’t stop myself, then, from letting an infantile whine slip past my lips. The past week had gone by so quickly—these past few days, in particular—and I was sure I’d done everything I could to try to make my dad change his mind. Now only a couple of hours away from staying at Zacky’s house for the night, it didn’t look like that was going to happen.

“Why are you so against going, anyway?” My dad then questioned. “You and Zacky get along well. He thinks you’re great.”

“He’ll just be mad at me the whole time.” I pouted.

He grimaced. “Why would he be mad at you?”

“Because I was a total bitch to him!”