Teach Me, Daddy

Chapter 33

Hey guys! I have officially been a senior for just about two months now! It has barely started and already it's been a crazy ride! I have been super stressed and hardly have any time to write. I think I'm gonna finish this book and after I graduate I'll officially leave Wattpad. I have been on this app for just about 6 years, it's been a good run. I've met so many amazing people and I have grown as a reader. I'm eternally thankful for this organization and all the people who make it up. 

I spent that night curled up into his side of the bed and cuddling his pillow. I was mad at him but even angrier at myself because he was sleeping downstairs on the couch. When I woke up the next morning I went downstairs to talk to him but he wasn't there. There was a note on the kitchen counter instead.

'Went out for a run. Find something to eat or take the car and get you something!'

I placed the note back down onto the kitchen counter and threw on one of Dean's shirts and my dirty pants from yesterday. We didn't exactly go shopping for clothes yesterday. Without even bothering to check what food he had, I went downstairs, grabbed the car keys that were next to the note and settled myself down into his car. I hooked up the Bluetooth in his car to my phone and then shot over to my messages. I didn't have to scroll to find his name, it was the second most recent text thread, the first being with Amber. 

'I'm going home to pick up some clothes, my mother is gone and then I'm gonna get breakfast! See you when I get back? I feel like we need to talk.'

I liked how loud the sounds of the keyboard were when I could hear it from all directions, louder than it needed to be. It was, in a weird way, relaxing.  I scrolled through my playlists and settled on Melanie Martinez's new movie soundtrack. The first song to come on was Orange Juice, one of my favorites! I looked up the directions to my house on Apple Maps and started on my way home. 

When I got to my street, I parked a few houses down, got out of the car and walked into my house. Nobody was home, the kids were probably at friend's houses since neither me or my mom were there to watch them. I ran upstairs to my room and grabbed my duffel bag and packed clothes and underwear for the week. I grabbed my basic makeup like mascara, eyeliner; the essentials. Before leaving my house I pocket my wallet and give myself a stern speech in the mirror. 

"Don't be stupid about this. Have a grown-up conversation, prove you can be mature and be willing to learn!" I nodded my head promptly and walked out of my room, shutting the door behind me. I have to admit, my descent down the stairs and out of the house hurt my heart a lot more than I thought it would've. My mother has never been this upset with me before, she just kicked me out of the house! She probably can't even realize she loves me past her blinding anger. 

I thought about writing her a note but feared what she would think or do if I did so instead I reluctantly forced myself out the front door and back to the car. I got in, played my music and made my way to Denny's to have myself some breakfast. It was weird sitting alone because everyone else was with their family or their partners, but mine didn't even want to sleep with me anymore. I asked for an orange juice to go and finally made my way back to Dean's house. 

When I entered, I was greeted by the sounds of the shower going. I set his keys down on the kitchen table and took my orange juice to the living room to watch some tv. It was weird just chilling out in his house without him by my side to be cute and cuddly with. I pouted and left the tv playing as I started playing Call of Duty on my phone. 

About 4 rounds later Dean walked into the living room and sat down on the opposite side of the couch. I locked my phone, placed it on the coffee table next to my drink and turned to him. 

"Dean, I think we should talk." His only response was a nod. What a great start. "I'm sorry I freaked out last night, I just didn't know what to expect. You're the only person I've had sex with and I didn't know how much trust must have to go into this kind of relationship. And it's not that I don't trust you, because I do, but I don't know to what extent I need to."