Broken Wings

Chapter 5: Fire

"I'm sorry." - Italo Brothers

October breezed by and things were getting better and awkward at the same time. I love my job and I finally persuaded Paula to let me go to college. The history project me and Luke were working on was awkward. We texted each other what we needed to finish instead of talking or going to my place to finish it together. Once this project is done, I will be free from him.

The phone he gave me was empty. And when I say empty, I mean there are no photos, no music, no nothing.

I'm glad the phone was hooked up so we can text each other instead of talking in person. It was way less awkward. Paula found out, of course and she seemed a little disappointed but said it was up to me to make the right choices.

I thought staying away from Luke would be the right thing to do, but all I can think about is the good moments we had together. I hate the fact that I miss him. I miss the way he made me happy.

The first day of November arrived and I was on my way home from work. It was a cold night so I wrapped my jacket around me tightly. I was freezing after the two hour walk, too stupid to call Paula and ask her to pick me up.

When I reached my house, I observed a car parked in front of our house. I also noticed light peeking through Paula's bedroom window curtains. I wondered who was here.

Then I saw them. Paula and... a man was what I could make out. I never thought I'd see Paula out with another man. But why hadn't she told me? Were they official?

I shook it off and quietly traipsed inside the house. I ran up to my room, quickly changed into my pajamas and climbed into bed.

As tired as I was, I fell asleep right away just like I wanted to before Paula could have a "talk" with me again like she's been doing for the past weeks.

She mainly did it because she thought I was mourning over Luke. Okay, maybe I was. I miss him. A lot more than I'd like to admit. But he wasn't good enough for me. Or was he? He knew how to make me happy.

Only if dad were here, he always knew what was the wrong or right thing to do.

My eyelids dropped and I was out like a light.

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I woke up with a little scream escaping from my throat.

It's just a nightmare, Sasha. I told myself as I tried to calm down.

I tried to go back to sleep but I was afraid to crawl into a horror hallucination again. My father would always come to the door if I woke up crying or screaming because of a nightmare. Even now that I'm seventeen, he would always stay with me until I had fallen asleep.

Daddy, I miss you.

Then, this old memory came back to me.

"Happy birthday, Sasha!" My Dad opened my bedroom door. "You're mother is making your favorite breakfast downstairs! You might want to get up before it gets cold."

I sat up instantly knowing that my mother was making me pancakes this morning. I jumped out of bed, and ran downstairs with my nightgown still on while my dad was chasing after me, chuckling.