Theres no such thing as perfect

Chapter 17

I went up and took a long shower, trying to process what had just happened. What was wrong with drake, and why all of the sudden he couldn't tell me. The words kept playing over and over in my head, "I'm sorry"," I love you please know that". I was so confused and torn. Something sounded seriously wrong.

After I got dressed I decided to go talk to my sister about it. I walked down the stairs to see my dad and drake talking in the kitchen. Why was he here I thought he left? I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"What's going on",I ask. Immediately drake looks guilty. "Hey, um nothing I was just talking, I'll see you tommorow okay",he asked. Okay, I said clearly aware of how fast he left.

"Dad, why was he here",I ask. Maybe my dad would finally help me make some since of this. "He um, he needed advice, about you", dad looked away as if he had said to much, but I was just getting started. "Why couldn't he just ask his dad", I pestered.

Along moment passed and my dad shifted in his seat looking uncomfortable. "Ally, I don't think it my right to tell you", he said uneasily. Suddenly a pang of anger ness rose in my throat. "Dad, please", I begged. Dad came around the bar and wrapped me into a hug, "he doesn't have someone like me in his life",he softly wispered as if he was going to cry.

A dad, I asked.

What why wouldn't he tell me? After I told him about Kayla, more then anyone knew. I told him how much it hurt loosing half of you, and until now, i didn't get why he had known exactly what to say.

When all I wanted to do was cry, or talk about it, he knew. And suddenly it was all to true. A lump rose in my troat, as a feeling of hurt and sadness became overwhelming. Drake wasn't here to help with the tears and flashbacks now, he couldn't be if he created them.

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"Alright, I give what's wrong", drake asks. I was tired of the questions, he had been Asking me questions since he picked me up this morning. Of course i was reluctant to awnser all morning, still clearly upset from the information I found out last night. I still tried to figure out why he wouldn't tell me, but never out why. I was starting to think I didn't know him as much as I thought I did, who would keep a secret like that, especially when he knows I had never held back.

Curious and upset, I decided to go for it. " I would
Iike to think you were completly honest with me", after all I have been honest to you, he looked confused so i continued," why didn't you tell me about your dad", I asked leaning up and messing with the radio.

He looked around uneasily, "Ally,he started, I'm, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you". He touched my arm and I ammidently felt comfort. Why could he always do that, I hated that he could automatically make me feel so safe. "Please, I say pulling away from his touch, l want to go home". He looks at me with a hurt expression for along minute." Okay if you wish", he says upsetedly. He turned the car around and didn't speak to me the whole ride back.

An hour later we arrived in front of my house."Okay,um I will call you",I promise, already knowing I'm not going to. I turn to get out and he stops me. "Ally, I love you", he says grabbing my arm and pulling me closer and kissing me gently, "I love you", he says again. I pull away and gently get out. What was that, doesn't he know I'm mad at him, how does he always find a way to make me feel this way.