Kate
It has been two weeks since my real dad showed up on my porch step. After
my mom had announced that the man who had been standing on our porch
was my real dad, I slammed the door and ran up to my room. I have hardly
left my room since then.
~_~
There was a knock on my door and I covered my face with my blanket
immediately.
“Kate,” it was Christian.
“What,” I mumbled inaudibly.
“Won’t you talk to any of us about how you feel,” he asked as he sat down
on my bed.
“What is there to talk about,” I asked him.
“How you’re feeling,” he responded.
“Horrible,” I said. “Are you happy yet?”
“Kate, you can’t keep shutting all of us out. Now, tell me what’s wrong and
why you stay holed up in your room as much as possible.”
“I’m sick of dragging people I love down with me,” I told him. “Christian, my
real dad who just so happens to be abusive is in the same town as I am. I keep
asking myself if I think he has changed or not, but I highly doubt that it would
be possible for him to change. You know what’s weird, though?”
“What,” he asked.
“I’m still longing for that bond between us that would have been there if not
for the fact that he abused me.”
“It’s okay,” he told me. “Everything will be okay as long as you believe it
will.”
“Christian,” I said. I uncovered my head and sat up to face him. “Look, I’m
really happy that you have stood by me for this long but I’m tired of making
you worried all the time so I think that it would be best for you if we broke
up.” I whispered the last part.
“Kate, I don’t mind being worried about you all the time,” Christian said.
“Please, don’t do this.”
“I’m sorry Christian, but you deserve to live your life as a teenager not as a
person who is missing out on his teenage years because of his frightened
girlfriend.”
“I can help you get through all of this though,” he said. “Please, Kate, don’t
do this.”
“Please don’t,” I said trying not to cry.
“You’re the one for me that people spend years looking for. Please don’t
