Please Let Me Go

Chapter 1

     "Angelica Mangleheart please report to the office. Angelica Mangleheart thank you."
     I snapped out of my daydreams as I heard my name being called. I looked around and stood up. As I was walking towards the door, I heard the other kids whispering to each other. Not a surprise there now is it Angelica?, I thought to myself. I did what I usually do when people are whispering about me, I block them out.
     I started walking in the direction of the office. This town was a small town so of course this school would be a small school. I was in the sandy colored office in no time.
     I walked up to the desk and the lady looked up.
     "Angelica?" I nodded, "Your Uncle wanted to talk to you dear. He said it was urgent." She explained while she handed me the school phone. I took it.
     "Hello?" I spoke, confused as all hell.
     "Angelica sweetheart. I was calling because your father..... called. Said he wanted you to come live with him." My Uncle explained nervously. I stood there in shock.
     My father wants me to come and live with him? Why? Why now? He had his chance eleven years ago. I don't understand why he would just suddenly want me now.
     Let me explain something. My dad and mom were together until I was four. They got divorced and my dad left for another town. A 'fresh start' he said. I begged and begged him to come back until I turned six, then I just learned to forget about him. My mother had to raise me on her own, and trust me I know I wasn't the best behaved child in the world. Then, three years ago, my mother died of cancer. I've been living with my Uncle and Aunt since. They should know how I feel about him.
     "I'm sorry I must have heard you wrong. Did you say my father wants me to move in with him after everything I've been through because of him? Or did you say something else?" I said with heavy sarcasm. I heard him sigh in frustration.
     "Angelica, give him a chance! I know what hell he put your mother in. Trust me, I'm his brother. But, he wants to.. Redeem himself." my uncle tried to reason with me.
     He wants to redeem himself? Ha! Why doesn't he "redeem" himself with someone else. Because I want nothing to do with him anymore.
     "And your most likely going to hate me for it, but I'm already on my way to pick you up." He said.
     "Pick me up? Wh--" I started. Then it hit me. He told him yes. He told my father that I'd come and live with him. That's why he's coming to pick me up. That's why he hesitated when he said 'called'.
     "He's with you isn't he?" I asked through my teeth. Of course he is. I may live with my uncle, but he's such a push over most of the time.
     There was a pause, then another male voice spoke. I almost hung up right then and there.
     "Yes Angel..ica. I'm with him and we are half way there. So be ready to go." Then he hung up.
     I stood there shocked to the core. It took me a few seconds to process what the hell just happened. I slowly put the phone back and told the lady at the front desk that my uncle was coming to get me.
     "Ok dear, you may get your things and wait here for him to arrive." She said sweetly. I nodded and walked off to my locker thinking of what's going to happen when I see my father for the first time in nine years. Worst part is, the ride home is about an hour long. Fun.
     I got my book bag and drawing pad. I closed my locker and leaned my forehead on it. I sighed and went back to the office.
     I sat down on the bench right outside the office doors and started doodling on the cover of my math notes notebook. I made five kawaii figures of myself before I heard my name being called. I looked up to see my uncle. My father must have stayed in the car. Good.
     "Hey, you ready to go?" He asked, care free.
     "Ready." I answered. I'm gonna save my smart remarks for the car ride.
     He checked me out of the office and we headed for the car. He offered to carry my bag, but I refused. First thing I saw was a tall slim figure leaning against my uncles nice, black, Chevy truck. He had short, messy, blonde hair and he was really tan. He had on blue jeans and a gray button shirt on with a black flannel tied around his waist. He also had on black army boots.
     I didn't look him in the eyes. I just couldn't. I stopped about two yards away from him. My uncle stopped and looked back at me. He glanced warily at my dad and came to stand by me.
     "What's wrong?" He asked, keeping his voice low.
     "Give me a minute." I said keeping my eyes away from my father. He hesitated then nodded. Then he walked off and got in the car.
     "So, you want me to come and live with you?" I asked, trying my damned hardest to make eye contact.
     "Yes. I know you hate me Angelica. And I can understand why, but, please, give me one last chance to be the dad I need to be. A father you disserve. I've learned from my mistakes and if you'll let me, I promise to do-- no, be a better father for you. At least give me a try." By this point I was able to look him in the eye to see if he was lying. As far as I could tell though, he was being  honest.
     "Ok, please no chick flicks. I may be a girl, but I do not like chick flick moments. They're so cliché." I said pushing past him and getting in the back seat.
     I heard him slightly chuckle as he got in. My uncle started the car and drove off. My dad turned in his seat.
     "So you'll give me a chance?" He asked eagerly.
     "I never said I'd give you a chance, but I didn't say I wouldn't either." I said. He looked so confused. I sighed and leaned back with my eyes closed.
     "I don't want to live with you, but it looks like I'm being forced. So, I guess you get a try. Mess up once, and I swear, you won't remember anything about me while your in the....hospital." I threatened.
     I then got out my math notes notebook and started to draw a torn apart heart.

    
      It took me quite a while. They were talking while I was drawing. Every once in a while, I'd glance at my dad just to see what he was doing. You know, like his facial expressions. Shock, confusion, happiness, sadness, and anger. It was kinda funny to watch.
     After what seemed like a few minutes, we finally arrived and as soon as we were in the driveway, I was already the first one out.
     I unlocked the door and ran to my room and slammed the door shut. I turned around and did a double take. Everything was gone. My bed, my wardrobe, my rug, posters, night table, working desk, and my beanbag chair!
     "I already have all your stuff in my truck. Don't worry, all your stuff is in the same place I found it in." Sebastian, my dad, told me as he came in. I groaned. Of course they'd clear my room before I got home. They didn't want me to say no.
     "Ready to go?" He asked. I groaned again and marched downstairs.
     I didn't give my uncle a hug goodbye. I didn't even look at him when I passed him. I simply got in Sebastian's truck and waited for him to come.
     And I wouldn't realize until much later, that this was the best thing that ever happened to me.

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Welp! This took me four to five hours to do. I promise that I will try and do longer chapters. So I will see you guys in the next chapter. Buh-bye!