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Chapter 4

I waited for ten minutes, watching hopefully as people rounded the corner. But they weren't him. They weren't my dad.
I was terrified and excited.
Could we be a family again?
But what if he didn't approve of me? What if he thought I was to fat and ugly? What if he changed? What if he was like mom?
All the what ifs were swimming around my crowded head, leaving anxiety where ever they went.
My hands were shaking as the thoughts got loader and harder to ignore.

Everyone in the station had cleared out, and he still wasn't here. Was he not planning on coming?

Just when I was about to give up all hope, a man in a suit came around the corner. "Dillon?" He said. He was about my age, maybe a year older and really cute looking. His hair was a cute fawn colour and his eyes were a light navy that I could just steer into for eternity...
"Hello? Are you gona tell me your name or are you just going steer at me all night?" He said breaking my thoughts, "oh right of course... I mean what? I was steering at you?" I said obviously lying, "sure" he said with a smirk. "So I take it your Dillon, since there's no one else here?"
"Yep. That's me" I said. I hated the name Dillon, it reminded me of my mother, "actually it's D" I added, "who's asking?" "Your dad sent me to pick you up" he replied, and my heart sank a bit , dad didn't take the time to even pick me up? "D follow me" He said leading the way out as I faked a laugh, "it rhymes" causing him to chuckle.

He lead me out of the subway and into the night air, "what time is it? My phone ran out of battery" I asked him, "it's..." he paused looking at the watch on his wrist "11:30" I nodded, god this day has been long even with the sleep on the train I was Exhausted. I yawned before saying thanks. "Your tired?" I nodded my reply, "you can sleep on the way to your fathers house it's a half hour drive." He said while opening a door to a black SUV. I climbed in and he closed it behind me, "thanks but I can open and shut a door" I stated when he was in the car him self, and he chucked for a reply well I shook my head teasingly.
I went to sleep not long after that because I was ordered.
When I awoke, the dude was shaking me awake, "where here" he said simply and I jumped out of the car holding my bag. "He doesn't like me dose he?" I asked him, "who?" He asked, "god" I said sarcastically. But with the look on his face I chuckled shaking my head, "my dad! I'm talking about my dad" I laughed at him, shaking my head. "Why do you say that?"
"Well first he walked out on me, not making any effort to contact me. Second, he didn't even pick me up" I said losing the thread of confidence I had left about the hole leaving home thing.

"No, he has just been super busy with his work" he said. "Sure" I replied not believing the slightest drop of what he said. "So what's your name?" I asked switching the topic "Harry" he said, "now come this way" he lead me up a grand staircase and I froze in the middle of it. I was looking at the most amazing house I have ever seen, it was huge and flash. "Wow" I breathed out, Harry gave me a confused look "I take it your not used to fancy houses?" He asked. "Nope, and I never will be. What is his job?" I asked him, "lawyer" "makes sense, he always used to win the arguments between him and mom" I said quietly.

"Hurry, there expecting you" He said hurrying me up the stairs. The house was truly magnificent and I couldn't peal my eyes away from it, it had a grey tiled roof with cream walls. The structure was complicated but well built.

(Picture of house below, from the opposite side Dillon is on)

Harry was carrying the duffle bag for me so I opened the door for him. "That's supposed to be my job" he chuckled, "Well now you have competition" I said teasingly so he chuckled. Nerves were bouncing around so much in my stomach I thought I was going to puke. I was going to meet them. My dads family.
The inside was just as nice as the outside, probably even fancier and more expensive. There were chandeliers, expensive but beautiful vases, modern yet classy furniture and a huge window where I could get glimpses of a pool around the corner.
"God, it's just like walking onto a movie set" I stated, Harry looking at me with amusement light in his eyes chuckled.

So my father didn't just leave me with mom and forgot about me, he didn't even send her any money when he had all of this and we had far from half of anything he owned.
"Oh, here's a note," Harry said picking up a piece of paper from the bench. I watched as his facial expression turned to pity and Sympathy "They say there asleep, they will see you in the morning and I shell assort you to your room." Harry said Cautiously and I nodded slowly trying to stop tears from coming into my eyes.
He doesn't even wait for an extra hour to see me? After six fucken years!
Deep breaths.
Still didn't work, man what was my therapist trying to get at.
I gripped my hands into fists, digging my nails into my flesh, "ok" I gritted through my teeth, warm blood oozing up from around my nails "where will I be sleeping."

Harry lead me through the maze of a house before we finally stood outside a door, "here it is, your majesty" he said in a fake British voice while bowing slightly, making me chuckle. "Thank you kind sir for the trouble, but I shell be fine now, for you lead me though the darkness and into the light." I said mocking his fake British voice. "Oh, fair lady you are all, but to kind" He said kissing my hand and we both chuckled in British voices before it merged into or real ones. We said are good byes before I opened the door. "What the fuck happened here?" I said in surprise, louder than I intended to. Harry, who was half way down the hall turned back walking slowly towards me with a question in his eyes. By the time he reached my side he started bursting out laughing, my laugh soon merging with his.

Behind the door was a bedroom. A pink bedroom. A BIGHT pink bedroom. The carpet, the walls, the bed sheets, the curtains, the rug and even the books on the pink book self. "Are you positive you have the right room?" I questioned in between laughs. "Yep" He said while his laugh faded but still clear in his eyes. "Why?" I said looking at the room humour still in my voice.

"I think your dad said it was your favourite colour to the interior designers..." he replied, I laughed again, "that's when I was five, before he left it was blue." I said "it still is blue, just a dark blue, but I quite like the shade black now" I shrugged hopping to look cool before I realised I was fat.
I can't look cool when I'm fat.

"This looks like it cost a fortune though, so don't tell them I absolutely hate it" I told him, "they have a lot of money to spare you know. It really wouldn't be a problem..." he started before I cut him off, "no. I don't want him to dis like me even more, plus I'm going to pay him back for his trouble of having me here someday, and I won't be able to do that if he changes the room"
"They really don't need the money"
"I can tell, I just don't want to have to owe him anything. Good night Harry"
"Good night D" he nodded before walking back down the hallway.

"Oh my god, this room."  I said now standing in the middle of it. Too much pink. It was actually burning my eyes, my wana-be emo Sole couldn't handle it. Maybe I could spray paint it black? That was a thought.
God I was in a strangers house. Alone with no one I truly knew, I liked Harry so far but let's be honest I didn't know anything about him.
I grabbed my bag that Harry put by the door, and I dragged it inside the room. Pulling out my head phones I hit shuffle on my playlist, Caraphernelia from 'Pierce the Veil' my favourite song of all times started to play.
And I imagined I was at home in my room under my twenty one pilots band poster, lying in my bed trying to block out the echoing shouts from down stairs.
I slowly drifted off into the empty void of sleep, wondering what tomorrow would be like.