How we would end up

There's Hope

Someone once told me that the best part of something is the moment before it happens.

That's true but sometimes it doesn't really seem so. As I walked down the driveway of my father's new house. The person at the other end of the intercom already let me in. I need it do this.

We said we'd  be happy... It starts with a step... Celebrating every victory, big or small...

I never really knew what the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. Until now. This was it.

Willingly going to my father's house to give him he good news. I rang the door bell and I was let in by an  elderly man nearly clad in a suit and a smile on his face.

"Good evening, madam."

"Thank you." I said with a smile on my face and wanted to go further into the house. Well, that was before I realized I didn't know where I was going because the house was huge— no massive.

I turned to the man.

"Excuse me, Mr..."

"Alfred. Call me Alfred. He's in the study. Upstairs, down the hall, last room on your right. He's been expecting you. He seemed very happy."

Well that's ironic...

"Thanks, Alfred." I said to him with a small smile if my own.

I followed his directions and sure enough, I found the study and knocked.

"Come in."

I walked in at the sound of his voice and found him sitting at the center of a large oak desk, furiously typing on his laptop.

As his eyes looked up and saw me, he closed it.

"Lia, How are you?"

"I'm fine." I say shakily.

"Congratulations. I always knew what you'd make me proud."

"Thanks." I sat down on the pouch couch at the right of the desk in the room surrounded by bookshelves and bookshelves, all stacked fully with books I would love to read.

"I'm sorry, Lia. No matter how many times I'll say it, I know it'll never be enough."

"That's what I came out talk to you about. It's okay now. It really is. I'm not holding anything against you anymore. You'll always be my Dad and I'll always be your daughter. Even if you... uh have other priorities now."

"You'll always be one of those priorities, Lia. When I was away those  eight years, there wasn't a day when just didn't think about you, or Dylan, or Caleb or your mother. It's just... I made so many mistakes in the past that I found it hard to look myself in the mirror when I thought of my family."

"The loans I took from people... They piled up and I couldn't take it. They took away the house, the cars, the companies, the life we knew. I couldn't stay and watch them take everything from my family so I had to leave. Then I found solace where I shouldn't have. Away from you all."

"Even if it's hard for you to believe, I still do love you and your brothers—"

"And mom?" I ask calmly. This is what's I need. I need to know the reason he left.

"I love your mother, Talia. Just not in that way anymore. I'll always love her as the mother of my children, as a friend, someone I've made so many beautiful memories with. But not as a soulmate. Not anymore." Surprisingly, I was satisfied with that answer. This tells me that there's still hope for us. Maybe we're not as ruined as we thought.

There's hope... There always will be hope. There has to be...

Hope is the only thing stronger than fear and I'm so happy that there is hope for us. We can be happy. We can hold on because pain ends.

"I will always be your father and you'll always be my daughter. I want to be Dylan and Caleb's father as well. I know I have a lot of make up for over the past eight years but I'm willing to try. I want to try. If you'll let me."

That's what I needed to hear.

"Okay. I'll let you but if you make one slip up, you're out. This time, for good. I mean it." I warned with tears in my eyes.

"On my honour." he promised.

****

"Stop. Stop. Just stop. For the sake of me already bleeding eardrums." I begged for the umpteenth time.

Chase and Ryder were driving me nuts with their chronic "I can't sing to save my own life syndrome".

Thank u, next by Ariana Grande is not their calling— nor is any song for that matter.

The worst part, I can't leave. I'm stuck in a car with them. We're going on a road trip and as much as I would love to save myself from going deaf, we're pretty much in the middle of nowhere.

Why are we going on a camping trip?

My dear mother, father and brothers thought it would be good for me to unwind and let go of stress. And — according to them— what better way to do that than to spend a weekend away with my best friends.

"I got so much love. Got so much patience...."

"Ryder just—oh what the heck?" I smiled, joining them in wreaking havoc.

If you can't you beat 'em, join 'em.

And we rode out of the city till we reached our destination. The woods, property owned by Chase's family.

They let us in for the weekend. As we reached there, there was a sign that clearly said, "No trespassing" and some heavily built men in black suits that stopped us but as chase rolled down the window, he gave the guy a glare that said, he wasn't fucking around.

The very intimidating man looked about ready to piss his pants and let us through.

The place looked better than I thought it would. It was clear that it was very taken care of. A pure river flowed between the two ends of the property. The sound of the water, refreshing.

I inhaled a deep breath as the scenery alone was breath takingly beautiful. All I could say was,

"Wow..."

"I know, right?"

"Way to be humble, idiot." I rolled my eyes and he flashed me a smirk.

"Let's set up the tent, you dick." Ryder sighed in annoyance.

"Okay, you prick."

I love these two boys, I thought to myself and a smile found its way to my face.

One that will be there for a long, long time... I hope.

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