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14 / Seven Years Ago

Chapter 14: Seven Years Ago

For over a week, I have been more quiet than ever.

And that's saying something.

My dad and I have been eating together, but other than that, I never found a good time to confront him about the information I found out with Tyler.

I woke up Monday by the sound of my alarming ringing on my bedside table next to me.

Quickly, I turned it off to prevent myself from listening to it any further before getting out of my bed with a yawn. 

Once I left the bathroom with brushed teeth and my hair pulled up into a pony tail, I walked to my dresser and pulled out black leggings and a knit black shirt before tying a flannel around my hips.

Normally, I wouldn't wear a flannel, but considering the surprise I got in the bathroom, I decided to be safe than sorry.

Yes, I got my period. Yay.

Especially a day before my birthday. Double yay.

"Why Monday? Why can't it be Saturday everyday?" I grumbled to myself as I jogged downstairs, only to smell the fresh scent of fruits.

I slowed my steps as I walked into the kitchen, seeing dad cut up strawberries before putting them in a bowl, where there was already washed raspberries and blueberries.

"Hey dad," I said slowly as I stood on the other side of the counter, and he looked up from the cutting board to flash me a smile.

"Hi hon," he replied before turning around to pick up a plate next to the shove.

When he turned back, I noticed it was two waffles spread out on the plate.

My lips tipped up slightly as he put the bowl of washed berries in front of me before grabbing the whipped cream from the fridge to put it next to the plate.

"Bon appetit," he grinned, and I chuckled before preparing the waffles for myself.

For ten minutes I ate in peace while dad was reading something on his phone as he leaned against the fridge casually, however, beyond that, I noticed that he seemed tense.

Right after I finished my breakfast, I put the plate in the dishwasher just as my phone rang with a notification.

Tyler: Hey baby, I'm here.

"Tyler's here, I gotta go," I said quietly, looking at dad to see if his facade would break at the mention of Tyler.

It didn't.

After grabbing a light jacket, I slipped into my shoes before grabbing my school bag to head out.

"Hey," I smiled as I watch Tyler push himself off of the bed passenger door with a smile.

"Hi," he tilted his head to the car. "Let's go?"

Once we were seated, I was slightly surprised to see that Tyler immediately didn't jump on the topic about my dad.

Which is understandable, because my father looks pretty guilty in his eyes.

"So, about your dad..." he began, and I internally sighed before turning to face him.

I tilted my head to the side. "I know. I'm taking forever to confront him. But what if he's innocent? I'm accusing him for something big," I reminded him, and sighed.

"I know it's hard on you. I'm sorry. But it's been a week, and your birthday's tomorrow. I don't wanna seem all cool around him if I don't know the whole truth," he confessed.