I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling, hearing them laugh downstairs being all happy and annoying. I guess I'm just feeling lonely without father around, the whole environment around me and in this house has changed.
I sigh finally getting up from my bed and going over to my desk opening one of the drawers and there it was, the old family photo album. One of the oldest ones around, knowing it's a bad idea my stupid self still opens it and examines through the pages of photos. My eyes tear up from all these photos, the ones at the beach, on Christmas Day, there was one when I was a baby and father was looking down at me while he was holding me. I slammed the album and threw it across the room with anger, I crawled to the corner and started bawling my eyes out, as quietly as I could so no one could hear me.
The door opened slowly, I hear a deep voice that sends chills down my spine. "Hey your mothers cooki-" he suddenly stops.
I hear him walk over to me, his long legs kneeling down to my level. He put his hand on my leg setting it on fire with just one touch. He moved my hands away over to my face and wiped my tears with his thumb, moving a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Don't cry beautiful" He mumbled, I looked up at him my eyebrows scrunch with confusion.
"What?"
"Ssh" He demands, he sits down next to me putting his arm around my waist comforting me. Several minutes later mother calls us down stairs and I decide to wait a few minutes after Roman went so she wouldn't be suspicious.
We are currently at the table already finished our plates of spaghetti, I open my mouth about to talk before Roman beats me to it.
"This was amazing love" He says, mother gets up to kiss him on the lips making me feel tense. I get up from the table mumbling a 'thanks for dinner' to mother and put my empty plate in the sink making my way back up stairs and in my room, going on my phone and contemplating whether to message Justin or not.
"Lily! Say bye to Roman!" Mother yells from downstairs. Several seconds after there was a knock at the door and I mentally groan getting up and opening the door to see him leaning against the door frame I take a deep breath, he can be so sexy and not have to try.
"I came to say good night" He said, his head leaning on his hand his gaze not leaving mine staring in to my soul.
"And you still didn't tell me why you were crying darling" He continued, it was as if his eyes looking for an answer.. through my soul.
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"You don't have to pretend you care Roman" I shrug, still standing in front of the door way. Every once in a while I look down at the floor because he made me feel so intimidated.
"Oh but I'm not pretending" He steps closer to me, the space between us slowly closing up. I look up at him and I felt my legs weaken I tried to not let him get to me but I can't help it.
"Roman! Sweetie!" Mother yells from downstairs I was kind of grateful that she called him because I just couldn't take it any longer.
"We're not finished this, goodnight" He steps even closer, like one inch away from my face he stares at my lips for a bit before bending down to kiss my forehead.
I mentally roll my eyes and walk over back to my bed, closing my eyes before falling sleep.
