Separated (COMPLETED)

Chapter Eighteen

I woke up in the morning with only one thing on my mind.
Lucas kissed me, he freaking kissed me.
"But you kissed back and you enjoyed it" my mind taunted

I growled as I got up and had a cool shower before going down to the kitchen where mom was making breakfast that smelt so good. I realized I was starving.

"Morning mom" I chirped forgetting I was meant to be mad at her for not coming to the game yesterday.

"Oh you're up" she turned to look at me "Morning honey, how was your night"

I got a drink from the fridge and poured myself in a glass.
"It was fine"

"Sorry I couldn't make it yesterday, I was caught up at work"

"It's okay" I shrugged as I sat down.

"How was the game"

"We won" I said simply

"That's great"

My eyes caught a bouquet of flowers sitting on the table and a card taped to it. I picked it up.
"This is beautiful who's it for?"

She turned to it then looked at me.
"This came this morning for you.. From your dad"

I dropped it immediately like it burned me and looked at it distastefully.
"Why is he giving me this" I turned to mom.

"He's your dad, he loves you"

I scoffed angrily "Have you been talking to him or what"

"What! No I haven't"

I stood up from the chair "Do I even have a dad?"

She looked at me, concern in her eyes "Yes you do"

"Then why will he leave, ever since I was born.... You know what I don't want to ever know him and he should never send anything to me again" I said and threw the flowers in the trashcan.

I left the house and banged the door. I was glad mom didn't stop me, I needed some time to myself. I walked to the park and sat at a bench.
My supposed dad just happened to ruin my day, a tear fell from my eye and I didn't know when I started crying.

I needed to talk to someone right now. I got out my phone and dialed his number.

"Serena?" Lucas said
I cried more and more, words couldn't come out.

"I'm coming to get you, where are you?"

"The park" I managed to say and he hung up

I looked around and few children were playing all around with their parents, it was Saturday morning so the park wasn't so full.

I saw Lucas' car pull up and he got down and sat next to me.
I hugged him and he let me cry on his chest as he snaked his hands round me.

I felt warm and comfortable in his embrace and he didn't say a word.

When the tears had stopped he spoke up.
"Who did this to you, cupcake"

I sniffed "My dad"

"Do you wanna talk about it" he said, confusion etched to his voice.

"Maybe"

"Have you had breakfast?"

"No" I answered

"C'mon let's go eat" he stood up and helped me up.

Lucas acted like he didn't remember anything that happened last night and I'm glad he didn't.