"Holy shit" Becca exclaimed as she walked through my front door, into the big hallway.
"Yeah, it's a lot" I chuckled and closed the door behind us.
"Are you kidding? It's beautiful" she said as I took of my jacket.
"Oh... hi" I heard Becca say suddenly. I turned around and saw Toby standing in the doorway to the kitchen, looking directly at us.
"Hey Tobes" I said, but he didn't answer. He continued to stand silently, sipping on an orange juice.
"We're just going to study for a few hours" I told him, but he just kept staring at Becca. I was afraid he was going to make her feel weird. But she didn't seem to mind, she just smiled at him.
"Did mom say anything about dinner?" I asked him, trying to get him to say anything.
"She left money for pizza" he said and walked closer to us. He was still staring at Becca.
"Uhm, this is Becca" I decided to introduce her, in an attempt to make things less awkward. She greeted him but Toby still didn't say anything to her. After a long and dreading moment of silence Toby finally spoke.
He shifted his eyes from her to me. "You're right, she is pretty" he said and with that he walked up the stairs to his room. I felt my whole face turning red and I wanted to bury myself in the ground. I chuckled nervously at Becca, but she just smiled and pushed her hair behind her ear.
"Uhm, so my room is this way" I said and gestured to the stairs, trying to steer the conversation away from Toby's words.
"Lead the way" Becca said and smirked at me. I lead her up the stairs, past Toby's room and into mine.
"Wow" Becca breathed as she stepped into my room. "Your room is almost bigger than my house" she said and put her bag down on the floor.
"Man, I wish I had a room like this" she whispered to herself, but I heard it clearly. I almost told her that she shouldn't wish for this, but I realized telling her that might seem wrong, considering where she came from. I knew I had a big room with lots of great stuff. I wasn't ungrateful for it; I just wouldn't wish it on anybody else. All this wealth and expensive stuff didn't really mean anything. It certainly didn't bring me any happiness. I never really felt at home in this house anyway. I was snapped out of my thoughts when she suddenly walked over to my window and looked into the garden.
"You have a boat?" Becca asked in an exciting tone. I walked over next to her and looked down at the boat I grew up with. Until my father upgraded to a bigger one when we moved, that now laid at the harbor. I used to always go out on that boat with my dad and uncle Tom.
"Yeah, we used to sail it all the time in England" I told her.
"It looks just like the one my dad had when I was little, just bigger" she said and caught me off guard.
"Your dad had a boat?" I asked her.
"Yeah. He would always take me out on it at night before sunset, and we would laugh and eat dinner and just.." Becca trailed off into her own memories.
"It was just the best time I can remember" she admitted and put her hand over the cut on her cheek, as if she was trying to hide it. My heart hurt so deeply for her.
"Becca?" I asked, making her look up at me.
"If he hits you again, you will tell me, right?" I asked her. Becca shook her head and looked down at the floor.
"He didn't hit me. It wasn't like that!" Becca sighed and threw her hands in the air.
"He was just angry with me and accidentally swung his hands to close to me. But he was so sorry about all of it after" she said while walking away from the window.
"He didn't mean to" she said while turning around, looking back at me. She looked directly into my eyes, but I had no idea of what to say to her. I wanted to believe her, but something just seemed off. The way he treated me last night and the way he talked to me. He just seemed so brutal in a way. I didn't think she was lying to me, I just thought that there was more to it than she was leading on. Becca sighed and sat down on my bed.
"He wasn't always like that you know" she said in a low voice, still looking down at the floor. I slowly walked over and sat next to her. I was about to open my mouth to ask her to tell me about it, but she started speaking before me.
"Before my mom left, when I was little, he was so... happy and grounded. He had a good job as an architect and he loved my mom so much. I remember clearly. They were very young when they met and they were way too young to have a baby. My mom didn't want to have me at first, but my dad convinced her to keep me anyway. Or so he told me" she said while still looking down at her feet.
"He tried his best at being a good father to me and he did a good job. I have many good memories of him, but it all changed when my mom decided to leave. I always felt like she was very distant, like she didn't love me or something, and I guess... finally she just had enough. My dad told me she had a bipolar disorder and that she never really knew how to take care of me properly. Not really something you should tell a child but... "she let out a breath "When she left him, he broke completely" I sat silently, watching Becca as she poured her heart out to me.
"He became so angry and sad all the time and that's when he turned to drinking. And because he was drunk all the time it meant he was never on time at work. If he ever showed up. So he lost his job. Which just broke him down even more, and his drinking became much worse. He would always be gone all night and sometimes bring women home he met at the bar or whatever. And he started blaming all his problems on me, a kid, who had no idea what was even going on. Lucky for us he got a job at the power plant and we got to keep the house" she sighed deeply and looked up at me.
"He's a broken man. And I feel sorry for him, that his life took the turn it did when my mom left. But she left me too, so I kind of feel like we're in it together you know? She screwed us both so now all we have is each other. I hate him so much sometimes, but he is still my dad and I love him for how despite of it all, he still takes care of me. And he still loves me I know that, he just doesn't know how to show it in a normal way" I took her hand and pushed her hair behind her ear gently.
"I'm so sorry Becca. I believe you, and I believe he would never hurt you intentionally. I'm just so sorry you have to go through all of this" I said, and she smiled faintly at me.
"Yeah, he's hard to handle. I'm so sorry about the way he treated you last night. He's so overprotective of me ever since..." she spoke but stopped herself. She looked into the air as if she regretted her words instantly.
"What?" I asked her, my curiosity taking over.
"Never mind" she said and pulled her hand from mine to run it through her hair.
"No, what is it? Ever since what?" I pushed her further. I wasn't giving up on an answer to this. She sighed and ran her hand over her face. I noticed she was turning a bit red.
"Ever since he caught me in bed with my ex-boyfriend" she said and looked directly at me.
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