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xxix. i'll put you up for adoption

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

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My eyes stay focused on the driveway of the Preston house that is next to me as the ringing tone of my phone fills my ears once again. It's been almost five hours since Mitchell and his parents left to drop Julia off at the airport and they haven't returned, so I was starting to get worried.

A frustrated sigh escapes my mouth by the sound of beeping replacing the ringing tone; Mitchell hasn't picked up his phone and I've called a few times. I sit on the hammock as I rock myself with my foot, hoping that the Preston will pull-up at any moment.

Where are they? Did something happen? I shake my head when the sounds of someone opening the front door fills my ears. There walking toward me is him, my dad who I haven't been able to speak to yet. I guess it's hard to comprehend the fact that my birth mother is dead and is never coming back.

"I brought you some tea." He tells me as he tries not to spill the cup of tea in his hands. I smile softly at him; tea is the drink for me whenever I'm stressed or worried, it always helps me calm down and I guess it's very noticeable that I'm worried "don't worry honey, they'll be back soon; maybe they're stuck in traffic." He says, trying to calm my nerves.

"Thanks." I reply as I grab the cup from his hands.

He sighs "look Faye, I'm sorry; I really am about not telling you-." He begins as I take a sip of the delicious liquid "I just, I didn't know how and I should of, but something stopped me." He continues "which it shouldn't have, I couldn't lose you Faye, I didn't want you to think of me as a stranger and not your dad." He finishes and I look into his blue eyes, I see the regret and genuine sorry he feels.

I sigh, this talk is going to happen either way whether I like it or not "I'm just tired of you keeping things from me-." I begin, trying to stall so I can find the right words to say "first me being adopted and now, my birth mother being dead; it-it's just too much." I continue to explain the mess that is inside my head "how can anything go back to the way it was after knowing that?." I ask him, rhetorically.

"I'm not asking for us to go back to how we were, I'm asking for you to not ignore me anymore and to forgive me, even if it takes some time." Dad replies.

"No more secrets?." I ask, giving him the chance to tell me anything else he needs to.

He shakes his head "no more secrets." He confirms.

I sigh, he's my dad after all and always will be. Luke's right, I could lose him at any given moment and I'd regret never talking to him again. Besides no matter how mad at him I get or how many times I ignore him, he's my dad; has been and always will be. But I have to let him know that him keeping secrets from me and lying to me will not be tolerated.

"There better not be or I'm going to put you up for adoption." I warn him as I point my finger at him with a small smile.

He chuckles "I'll keep that in mind." He tells me as he kisses my forehead "don't stay out too long, I don't want you getting a cold." He informs me before leaving me by walking back into the house. My eyes go back to watching the Preston's house, but fear settles into the pit of my stomach when seeing their driveway empty like it has been for awhile.

I press Mitchell's contact once again and place the phone to my ear. As the ringing tone fills my ears, I mentally beg that he'll pick up and tell me that everything is okay and that I didn't need to worry. But again, I'm met with the beeping tone telling me that he had once again not answered the phone.

I just want to know if he's okay.

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Sorry for the short chapter once again, but I hope you're enjoying it either way and if you are let me know! Anyway, hopefully the rest of the chapters won't be short as this one, but if they are than I apologise in advance! Besides from that, enjoy the rest of the story!

Love, Taylor