I brought him up across the landing, and into my room. I then locked the door and sat him down on my bed.
"Soooooo.....?" He said. And the awkward silence continued.
"Oh yeah. So I have a few questions."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!" I said with a smile.
"What kinds of questions?"
"I ask the questions here, not you! Well anyway. Why did you leave?" I ask, eager for answers, this is not how I excepted my day would go!
"Errr, well." He looked around the room, reluctant to answer. "You see, I had a job interview. And I got it. And, errrr, well, you see. They said that I had to come straight away. So I did."
"Well why did you not tell my mom?" Knowing already he's lying, o decide to string him along.
"Because the phone was dead. I have a credit phone."
"You mean you do or you did? Because I know that that phone in your hand cannot be used as a credit phone. And you keep your phone for 20 years, because then you can get a new phone and the first year free."
"What? How do you know that?" I took that on a whim, remembering something he said of a phone in a letter.
"Ha!!! So you admit it?"
"I do no such thing!"
"And even if it wasn't true you still have the house phone."
"I know."
"Then did you not think? We'd notice you disappearing! You could have paid as having 'no credit' you'd top up. So why don't you admit it?"
"Admit what?!"
"That you just wants to leave us. Why did you want to leave me? What did I EVER DO TO YOU?!" I raise my voice, holding back tears from my eyes. I'd never been face to face with this blank part of my life before, and I don't know what to do!
"Well because, errr-"
"Bailey come down, Amy, Lucy and Molly are here." Mom yells up the stairs, obviously a little annoyed, figuring out I'd lied before.
"Stay here!" I said to Stewart-my father-putting both my hands out like stop signs.
I then walked through the door to the top of the stairs, looking down to my 3 smiling friends and my angry faced mum, who tries to hide it from our guests by turning up to me. I begin to walk down the stairs, when I hear some noise, so I swiftly glance over my shoulder to find my dad coming towards me. I then, a few seconds later, realised that my dad was there. But by now, I was already half way down the stairs. So I discreetly made a 'stay there' signal. But he just keeps walking...
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The Scholarship
Teen FictionShe's the usual teenage girl, hormones, easily excitable and so much fun. But when her dad creeps back from lurking in the shadows since she was aged three, he brings up bad memories- and tangled along a catch. Bailey must choose between two things...
