He Said. (Asa Butterfield)

8- Bad Day

This day was supposed to be a normal, laid back day, but no. It was horrible. I'm getting ahead of myself again... aren't I? Well, I'll start from the beginning............

Homework. Is. The. Worst. How on earth are you supposed to find 'x'? This school is so much more confusing then my old high school in Nebraska.

Nebraska! Oh my god, I haven't spoken to Mackenzie in ages! I promised to text her everyday and I haven't spoken to her in weeks! I take my phone off the iHome and dial her number, but I get another call from an unknown number. "Um, hello?"

"Francesca? Is this you?"

"Um, yeah... who's this?"

"How could you not remember?" I stay silent, not really wanting to converse with this creep. He sounds like he's around 50. "Francesca, darling. It's you father."

No. It's not. How is this possible? I feel completely numb and my phone falls to the ground. When I finally get my feeling back, I run next door to my mom's room. "Mommy," I sob while hugging her. She lets me cry for a good 20 minutes before I calm down.

"What's wrong, dear?"

"My f-father called m-me," I stutter, wiping a few stray tears. The second I say that, I regret it. I see the anger and sadness behind her eyes, there's a few tears in there, too.

"He what?!"

"He called me, and I don't know why. After so, so many years. After he abandoned me, abandoned us. He hates me mom, he hated me for who I as and now he wants to talk to me? What is his problem?"

"I don't know Fran, I don't know," she shakes her head.

"I hate him, I hate him so much," I say through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna go watch a movie or something, calm me down a bit."

"Ok, but do not call that old man back."

"Whatever."

I had no intention of watching a movie. I was going to call that son of a bitch back. I pick up my phone -which thankfully didn't crack- and call my father. "Why did you call me?" I seethe.

"Because you're my daughter, Franny. I miss you. I love you."

"You love me?" I scoff. "You love me? You hated me for who I was. I wasn't perfect. I was a punk. I dyed my hair. So what? I'm your daughter, but you hated me. You walked out on me. No, us. Me and mom-"

"My mom and I."

"Micheal! You walked out on me and mom; oh and you took all the money! We almost went homeless. But mom worked her butt off, she did everything she could to take care of me when you weren't there. I hate you. I hate you so much."

"Why did you call me 'Micheal'? I'm your father."

"I may be your daughter, Micheal, but you are not my father. Now tell me why you called or I am blocking your number." There are tears in my eyes by now. It's all the anger, all the memories -good and bad-, all the confusion.

"You'd hate me forever."

"Already do."

"Ok, there are two reasons..."

I broke down as he told me why. "How could you do this to me?"

"I don't know, Franny. But it's my choices, and I'm happy now."

"Do you want your daughter to be happy?"

"Yes, of course!"

Through gritted teeth, I tell him "Then you better not contact me ever again." I locked the phone screen and cried for what seemed like centuries... but why should I cry? He left me. He hates me. This angers me more then anything, this time I'm crying tears of anger. I want to go to my mother, but I can't. Gemma lives on the other side of town. There's only one person-- Asa.

I practically run out of the house, but yell to my mom where I'm going. I really wished I brought a jacket as I stepped outside; it was freezing. I ran across the cul-de-sac to Asa's and rang the doorbell.

"Francesca? What are you doing here?"

I hold in the tears as I speak. "My father, um" I sniff. "He hasn't spoken to me since I was 14...like, he left my family. He called me earlier today. He's getting married. Turns out ever since I was 6 he's been dating this woman -Theresa- but I'm really confused. Get this...my parents never divorced. How can that douche get married if he already is?"

"Just come on in, Fran, I'll make hot coco or something." I nod and enter his home, taking a seat on the sofa. Soon Asa returns with two mugs of coco. "So, you're parents never divorced?" Asa asks. I nod. "You sure?"

"One hundred percent. They never divorced. Ever."

"Francesca, I might be wrong, but are you sure your parents were ever married?"

Let's just say, I need to buy the Butterfield's a new mug... and possibly carpet.

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A/N: And queue the drama!!!! Tell me if I'm going to fast please! I wont be offended. Sorry this is short, like 800 words idk. Well I'm gonna stop this here because no one ever reads these.

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