*COMPLETED* || Highest Ranking: #1 in Adventure-Romance 5/31/18
Adeline Callahan, the girl that time forgot, the one that is considered dead to the public, struggles day after day opening her eyes. She struggles day after day getting up and paci...
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"She's fallen too far, with salt in her scars."
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After a small lunch and a long conversation at ms. Spencer's home, we're now back here. She explained to us that she's been cleaning the house, and paying for the bills of it, which is so kind and sweet of her, and completely unexpected. I guess that explains why the house is still the same, I mean, with no one living in it.
She gave us the key to the home, Cole and I now at the front door, as he jams the key into the keyhole and unlocks the door, revealing the home I've missed so much. I stride further into the home, Cole right behind me. My eyes flicker wall to wall.
All the photos, all the furniture, all the decorations, it's all the same...all of it, as if it were untouched, and it probably is. Right when you walk in, the living room is the first thing you see, with two inviting sofas set up in a somewhat square shape while the mahogany coffee table is in the middle, different magazines and photos are sprawled on the surface.
On the wall next to the door, there's a fireplace, stone lining the outer edge as the TV is on the top, hanging on the wall. I walk into the home even further, the small kitchen now in view as well as the small dining room. The black stained appliances are spotless, as for the granite countertops are polished to perfection. the same small, circle dining room table stands on top of the same beige colored rug.
I still remember when My mother and I would have meals here, and we'd have conversations and talk about random things. I remember it all as if it were yesterday. I feel my eyes begin to get glassy again as I run my fingers over the dining chair that used to belong to my mother.
The stairs are directly off of the kitchen, leading to the bedrooms and laundry room.
"Do you remember it all?" Cole asks coming up from behind me, placing a hand on my arm.
"Yes...I remember it all," I say, turning around to face him. "I remember it all as if it just happened," I whisper.
I stride to the stairs, again running my fingers over the sanded wood. I take a step after another until I'm all the way up the stairs. The walls are still covered with the same pictures of my mother and I. A particular one catches my eye though, and I pad to it, tracing my mother's face with the tip of my finger.
The photo is of my mother, father and I. My mother smiling brightly as my father grins down at the two month old me. Another picture of the three of us is right next to it, the photo brings back unwanted memories.
I can't do this Amari! I can't be a father! This was a mistake, I can't be the father to her, I just can't!"
"Harvey, please! Don't leave!" My mother clings to my father's arm as I watch secretly from up the stairs, confused. "Please, stay for little Addie, she needs you!" My mother pulls at my father, but his eyes overflow with anger as he brings his other hand up and slaps my mother on the cheek, causing her to stumble backwards.
"This was a mistake, I hope to never see you again," with that, he leaves out the door without a second glance. My mother is left to cry on the floor...all alone.
I wave back the tears that are ready to spill. This photo that I'm staring at was taken two weeks before he left, and never returned. Two weeks before he left my mother and I permanently.
"Is this your family?" His voice from behind me startles me, ripping me from my thoughts.
"Yeah," I sniff and wipe at the corner of my eye with my rolled up shirt sleeve, "that's what my family looked like, before everything changed."
Cole gives me a questioned look, silently waiting for me to continue. "My father left when I was two," I state, tucking strands of my hair behind my ear, averting my gaze down to the ground. We stand in a dimly let hallway, silent until Cole brakes it.
"I-I'm so sorry," he states in a hushed tone.
"It's alright, t-there's nothing we can do about it now...what he did was his choice. I-I just wish we could have stoped him," I choke on my words as I'm engulfed into Cole's muscular arms, three traitor tears rolling down my cheek.
"H-he left because he said he was a horrible father, that was his fear...he said he wasn't ready and that it was a mistake, that I was a mistake." Cole squeezes me tighter, pulling me impossibly closer to him.
"Addie," He pulls away, his midnight blue eyes scrutinizing my face as he brings up his hand to wipe away the tears. "Addie, I want you to listen to me, alright, you are not a mistake, don't let anyone or anything trick you into thinking that, alright?" He says, and I nod.
The three words that leave his mouth next leave me speechless and my heart skipping beats.
