Sam and I

Chapter 13

"Bye Bye beautiful pink hair," I say as my colorist starts dying my hair.

"The black will look amazing on you," he says as he covers my head.

My mom was shopping for uniforms as my hair was becoming black. I keep looking over at Sam, he is always super bored when I am at the Salon. He just looks at the different photos on the wall or practices flying or sometimes even just stays home.

When it finally finishes I look in the mirror and I see a ghost. I look super white, my skin matches a piece of paper.

"Is it just me or am I super pale?" I ask him.

"It's just an illusion that happens with black hair," he says.

"You did do a great job like always."

"Thanks, kid, it wasn't as fun as doing pink, but the black looks amazing."

"Thank you."

I see my mom walk in and she smiled.

"It actually looks great," she says.

"Thank you mom," I respond.

She pays than we leave, I start playing with my black hair and keep looking in the mirror. I do not know how I feel about it. My hair has been pink for the last four years. I just loved it so much and it felt like me.

"It looks great," Sam says as we get home.

"Thanks," I whisper to him.

We get up to my room and I just plop myself on the bed. My mother knocks than comes in with the bag of clothes.

"What if I don't make it in?"

"You will make it in, the interview mainly just tests to see what grade you are in, now try on the uniform," she says.

"Mom, I want to see dad."

"Why would you want to see that bastard?" She asked with anger.

"Maybe he changed."

"I doubt that."

"Why?"

"He hasn't written a letter in two years."

"He wrote letters?!?"

"I was planning on giving them to you later on, but since he stopped I wasn't,"

"What did he say?"

"I never read yours."

"Where are they?"

"Juliani, you are not ready."

"It's been about ten years! Let me see! I want to see my dad!"

"Juliani Youngblood!"

"He is my father."

"He abused us!"

"What if he has changed?"

"Stop, just stop."

"Please," I say crying.

"You can see the letters, but you aren't seeing that man."

She went downstairs and I followed. She pulled them out and handed me a box of them then headed to grab a bottle of wine. I grabbed it from her.

"Mom, every time you think of Dad you can't drown yourself in wine."

"Juliani hand me the bottle."

"No."

She just grabbed another bottle and stuck out her tongue at me.

"You at least tried," Sam says as he rubs my back.

"Let us just go read the letters."

We ran up to my room and I sat down. I took a deep breath then slowly opened the box. My heart was racing, I just grabbed the first one I saw. I just looked at the envelope.

"It's okay, just open it," Sam says.

"What if Mom is right? What if he really hasn't changed? What if in all of these letters are just him saying that I am a mess up?" I ask nervously.

"Than we will burn the box."

I bite my lip and opened it. I took the letter out then quickly dropped it.

"You read it, I can't," I tell him covering my eyes.

"Dear Juliani, once again, I deeply regret my actions towards you and your mother. As I said in my last letter I repented my sins. I started my own Bible study. Jesus has forgiven me and I hope one day you can too. I am almost now half way through my sentence. I pray one day I will be able to see what an amazingly beautiful woman you have become. I understand why you haven't responded to my letters, but I hope you are at least reading them. My drawing of the week is of you in your rebel punk phase. I don't know if you will ever reach it, but I do know God won't care as long as you are still pure in heart. Love, Dad."

I hug onto Sam as I begin to cry.

"At least you know now that he has changed," Sam says.

"I need to see him," I tell him.

"Your mother said no," Sam says.

"I have to tell him I have forgiven him,"I tell Sam.

I put on my boots and my jacket.

"Juliani, this is a bad idea," Sam says very seriously.

"I need this and I will do it. With or without you," I tell him looking him in the eyes.

"Fine, but how are you going to get there?"

I smile and run next door. I knocked and Logan answered just as I hoped.

"Hey, you can drive right?"

"Yeah," he responds confused.

"Could you please give me a ride?" I ask desperately.

"Sure," he shouted he was going out to his mom and grabbed his stuff.

"So, where are we going?" he asks turning on the car.

"Jail," I respond.

"What?!?!"

"I want to see my Dad," I say nervous hoping he doesn't judge.

"Okay, well... umm... let's go then," he says a bit shock yet doesn't question it.

"Do you want to know why he is in jail?" I asked biting my lip.

"I do, but it is up to you if you want to tell me."

"I will tell you after I see him."

"Okay."

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