Breaking Free • TFC 2.0 • l.t. au

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

The whole time the doctor gave me advice and prescriptions, I kept zoning out. I only had Louis and aunt Cecile take down notes for me.

Afterwards, we went home with my dad. I still can't believe it. Was it a coincidence he's here?

When we got home, aunt Cecile started yelling and throwing stuff at him but he just sat there. He still looks the same. He got a little older but he still looks like the charming father I've gotten used to.

"YOU TOLD US YOU WERE DEAD, EDDIE! You have got a lot of explaining to do!" She yelled at him. I don't want to listen to them. I don't want to even see him. I need to let this sink in or something!

"Then I will explain... That's why I came back." He says, stunning me. Maybe it's the fact that, I don't know, I thought he was dead for five years then all of the sudden he's right here infront of me in one piece. How do you deal with these situations, I mean, seriously!

He turns to face me but I looked away. "I'm going to bed. I don't feel good" I say and stood up, pulling Louis along with me. He held my hand tightly but I felt my father's stare burning into me. I take a glance at him who's still eyeing us with a glare.

I shut the door to my room and slumped against the door. What are the odds you meet your supposed-dead father in the clinic? I wanted o see him but not in this situation. A lot of events flash through my mind. None of them were clear but sent a huge pain in my chest! I closed my eyes and covered my face. My chest started beating so fast and my head racing with situations, both good and bad!

I felt strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close to his chest, really tightly.

"Stop it, Meg. Please... Let go..." His voice is hushed and worried. I opened my eyes and saw a pair of scissors in my hands. I drop the object and held my arms close to my chest.

My door slammed open as aunt Cecile and my dad came bursting in. This is the least moment I want him to see me. The moment when my whole brain blocks out and as if a whole different person takes over me.

This year is turning into a disaster so far.

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I lie in bed, facing the window not a single voice can be heard. I hugged the pillow close to my chest and took a deep breath. The door opened slowly as Louis walked in with a bowl and a glass of water. He plopped down beside me and held the glass infront of me.

"Thank you." I whisper, taking a sip.

His hand brush my arm so I leaned closer to him for comfort. "You okay?" He asked quietly then I nod.

I put the glass on my bedside table and held the bowl in my hand, taking small spoons of soup. The doctor said I should take it slowly but try to finish at least a bowl to take my medicine. Its a challenging task when all your meal wants to make a comeback.

I jump from my bed and ran to the bathroom and emptied my stomach all over again. I'm getting sick of the taste of vomit and the disgusting smell too.

"I hate everything..." I groan, flushing the toilet.

I went back in my room, crawling under my covers and turning my back against the window. Louis has a smile on his face as I scoot closer to him and he wraps arm around me.

"Go to sleep." He whispers, running his hand through my hair comfortingly. I just need some time or more to clear my head.

What better place to escape to than your dreams?

When I woke up it was already evening. I got a little better but the boy who put me to sleep was no longer beside me. I stood up and slipped my sweater on before walking out my room. I heard laughter from the living room so I take little peak. I was surprised when I saw Louis sitting on the couch with my dad.