A Little Too Late (Third book to Adopted by Taylor Swift)

Chapter 60

Audrey's POV

I was curled up in a ball on my bed letting my tears steam down my face when Mason came in, "hey, you're not supposed to be the emotional, that's my job" he chuckles and sits on the bed, letting me rest my head on his lap.

"He wanted Chris, he wanted you but he never wanted me"

"Well, dad's a dick" he smiles at me and I roll my eyes, "he is. I mean I love him to death and we have a different relationship, obviously, but I won't disagree that he's a dick to you"

I really wish I had a special connection with my dad. I've always wanted those moments with my dad like when I look up at him I'm not ashamed to say he's my dad. I'm not afraid to look at him the wrong way and get my door set on fire.

When I was a kid my mom would take me to the park when Bridget was at college and we had nothing better to do; but I would watch the dad's with their daughters, pushing them on the swing and catching them at the bottom of the slide.

Then my mom would walk over and say, "he will he home in three months"

Maybe that's what made me resent my dad. The moment I was born my mom dropped everything for me and Bridget to take care of us and make us happy, make sure that we grow up to love who we are and my dad put his priorities of touring before his family.

The most common statement was, "it's his job" well, my mom had the same job and she still managed to put her family first.

"I just want a dad"

"I know you do, and trust me, after spending all day with him today; he would not stop asking about you, or talking about you and if you made the volleyball team" he started to play with my hair and I close my eyes, "he loves you Audrey. Just give him a chance"

"But what if he hurts me again"

"I don't think he will"

"Mom said that when she remarried him. And he continued to beat her until Niall and Bridget found out"

"He's changed" Mason defends him once again, "I'm not saying what dad did to mom or you or even me was right and he can never live it down. But he is trying to make himself a better person and your acceptance is part of it"

I remain quiet for a while longer before Mason brings me to lay back on my bed and brings me to his chest, "it doesn't have to be right away, but just think about it"

When I woke up I was still lying on Masons' chest and he was still dead asleep. I pulled myself off of him and made my way to the bathroom.

What Mason said last night was true and when I fell asleep that was the first thing that was on my mind. I really think my dad deserves another shot, because I need a dad in my life, and I'll always need my dad.

I checked myself in the mirror and noticed how horrible I looked. Mascara runs below my eyes and makes me look like a raccoon, my hair is in a bees nest of curls and I can just taste how horrendous my breath is.

Getting myself semi attractive, I make my way down to the kitchen and pull out some milk and a bowl for my cinnamon toast crunch. I look at the clock, realizing it's still really fucking early; 6:34. I sit down at our counter, eating my cereal, looking at my twitter.

Bethany tweets a photo of her and Maddie, Chris tweets about the party he went to last night and some of my teammates tweet about our first game next Saturday. Sundays are the only days I have off for practices and now that school starts tomorrow, I have them at 5-7. I mean I don't hate it, because I love my sport, it just takes time away from my homework.