~ Measure 7 ~
Up at the hotel, I could see the grey sky spread out in front of me and the wind blowing on my face, sending chills up my spine. I walked inside and used the elevator to get to the third floor where I searched for Room 315. It was at the very end of the hallway.
I hesitated as I looked up at the door. I knocked three times.
Suddenly the door opened. My dad was standing there looking down at me.
“Emily,” he said, “You’re back.”
I nodded.
“I have some things to say.” I said, keeping a straight face.
He motioned to the inside as he said, “Please, come in.”
I took a seat on the couch in the corner.
“Would you like something to drink? Some tea or coffee perhaps?” he asked.
I nodded saying, “Some tea would be nice. Thank you.”
He smiled at me and filled a cup with water, dropping in a tea bag and two teaspoons of sugar, just how I liked it. My taste in tea hadn’t changed since I’d last seen him. I was surprised he’d remembered.
“I’m so glad you came back.” he said, handing me my cup and sitting down in the desk chair across from me.
I took a sip of my tea and looked up at him, taking a deep breath.
“I wanted to say I’m sorry for what I said to you.” I said quietly, “It’s just that it’s-”
“Hard,” he finished, “I know. I understand.”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
We sat in silence for a few moments until he spoke again.
“You have nothing to apologize for. I deserved it.” he said.
“Just a little.” I said in return. He chuckled.
“I meant what I said, though.” he continued, “About you being beautiful and smart. I’ve seen your name in the paper. Highest honors, just like always.”
I laughed.
“I try to keep my grades up.” I said.
He nodded his head.
“That’s my girl.” he exclaimed.
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Breaking Emily
Teen FictionEmily Ashton's father walked out on her when she was six years old. He packed up everything, walked down the driveway, and never looked back. Ten years later, Emily's grown into a beautiful flower with one dream: To play the piano. Everything comes...
