the café ✓

chapter thirteen♡

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My father is home for once during the evening. It's not very often that he does this but he's just curious about Julie.

I haven't heard much from her which makes me sad. I do love Julie and I don't have enough money to save up for a decent phone for her. I just missed her so much that I really want her home.

"Where's Julie?" My dad asks as he walks into my room. He knows that mom drinks just not heavily. I can't break it to him that mom is an alcoholic. He will get so angry and possible kill her. Yes, kill her. I have seen the dark side of my father (get it? Star Wars? okay not a good joke? bai). He has been to rehab when he was younger and my grandma was telling me stories. He's so against alcoholism.

"She's at her friends house for a sleepover," I answer, taking out my laptop and putting it on my bed.

"Julie is always over her house when I come over. It's like she doesn't want to see me. Gosh, I'm a terrible father if she doesn't want to see me," My dad complains to himself.

"You're not a terrible father, you aren't just home a lot. I'm not either. Besides, she planned a lot of sleepovers for the New Year. It just looks like she started early," I explain as I search up small apartments in town

"How about your mother?" He asked. I froze on what I was doing and had to come up with a reasonable excuse to get me out of this conversation.

"I have to use the bathroom, it's that time of month," I say with a frown, slowly walking into the bathroom like I was in pain.

"I'll let you be," My dad said as he walked out of my room. I didn't respond as I shut the bathroom door behind me. I do have a connecting bedroom and bathroom which I will be forever thankful for.

I exit the bathroom as I hear his feet touch the ground level of the home. I hop up on my bed and continue my search. I did find one small apartment near the center of town which is in a nice area. It's small enough for me and my littler sister and possible another person like Claire. Rent wasn't too bad, it was about a thousand dollars a month. It is very cheap but my town is hella small.

My thoughts were interrupted by music. I was curious on where it was coming from so I searched my bedroom a little bit. As I came close to my dresser, the noise expanded in my eardrums.

I looked out the window and saw a familiar human in my front yard. I soon realized it was Carter. He was sitting on a chair with a guitar and began singing. He noticed me at the window and stopped what he was going to look at me. Sure, I was a mess in my flannel pants and black tank top but I didn't think it would matter to him.

He started singing again and I instantly new what it was. Sure, it was the cringe version of All I want For Christmas Is You, but it's the thought that counts right? He was halfway through finishing and I heard my front door open quickly.

I rush downstairs, panicked about what my father would do. I see my father at the front door with his arms crossed with an angered face. Oh shit.

"Why are you here? Wren Watson, who the fuck is this guy?" my dad says loudly. I'm praying that my mom isn't home because she would chase this kid down the street and make him scared to enter this house again.