Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 60

Song: I forgive you
Artist: Sia

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It's been a couple of days since the whole thing that happened between me and Marcel. I haven't left my room and my mother was beginning to worry but everytime she made an appearance I would tell her I'm fine. Of course what teenager doesn't tell their parents anything?

So far I haven't decided whether to speak to my father because honestly it was an unexpected visit. It's obviously just a visit since he has a whole family back in the U.S. that I didn't know about, and that I don't care to know of. I hated him since the minute he walked out on me and my mom and I swear to myself I'd forget him. Unfortunately that didn't go as plan since he's here now in which he thinks he could make up lost time. Though, there is no way I'd forgive him after everything my mom had to struggle with in her life. He completely made her broken and financially unstable it was why my mother and I had to stay at my grandmother's until my mom finished with college.

Throughout these years I just thought we wouldn't cross paths. Yet, here we were.

I lost track of time once I averted my eyes to my window which was slightly cracked open, it was clearly getting dark soon. My legs swung off my bed as I manage to get up to close the window. Looking outside to see a couple of kids across from my house playing the in the streets actually made me wished I could be their age again. When everything around you was not as important as it is now. When there was no care in the world what you did. I missed feeling happy. Now I'm just dull.

"Dammit Harry, how am I ever going to be okay after everything that has happen" I whispered under my breath.

"Hey" a voice jolts me and I get the thought that it must be Harry.

Turning around I am face to see my father instead who has a slight smile upon his face. His hands in the air as if he had just surrender.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you" he says.

"What do you want?" I asked probably sounding rude but I don't dare to look him in the eye as I start walking to my bed to sit on.

I clutched my stomach feeling the pain a little and I could discreetly hear my father's shoes to help me.

"I'm fine" I implied ridding his hands off me. He took that as sign to let me do this on my own.

"Do you need anything? Glass of water? Or I-"

"I said I'm fine" interrupting his plague questions I suddenly find myself regretting for almost screaming at him.

"Okay. Okay, just hear me out" he answers calmly.

I approve of this with a curt nod as he stays standing nervously placing his hands inside his pockets.

"Listen, I know coming here might've set you off because of the past. I'm here to make amends-"

"Amends? You left me and my mother with no explanation whatsoever. We were struggling because of you, and now that you're here you think I'm going to forgive you for that?" I was beginning to yell at him but as I did my stitches tightens with an aching feeling.

"I'm sorry, putting you guys through hell was never my intention and I swear if I could go back in time to change things, I would" he was out of breath in matter of seconds.