Five Feet Closer- Sequel to Five Feet Apart-

WILL

I'll admit it. I can be pretty harsh. 

But Stella knew nothing about my childhood, or my father for that matter. 

And yes, I was cold about it. I didn't want to admit that I needed help. Or that I really missed my dad. 

I fucking missed him. 

But I hated him. 

I wasn't ready to admit that to anyone. 

Not even Stella. 

I snapped out of my thoughts, hearing the sound of a ambulance whiz by. I sighed, wondering where the heck I was even going. 

I looked down at my phone, feeling it vibrate in my pocket. It was a message from Stella.

I'm sorry, Will. Maybe we can talk about this tonight?

I ignored her message and put my phone back. I just wanted to be alone for now. 

"Will," A voice called from behind me. 

Cray. 

"What?" I groaned. So much for being alone. 

"I saw that." My dad walked up to me. "With your girlfriend."

"And?"

"You don't want to loose that over some hurts in the past."

I scoffed. "Some hurts? Really? You abandoned our family, just because I was a screwed up kid."

"I know," My dad cast his gaze away from me. "I was scared. I didn't want you to be raised with an alcoholic father. " My dad looked back up, tears in his eyes. "I didn't want to watch my only son suffer. I didn't want to watch you die. I didn't want to see you in pain. I couldn't handle that."

I was on the verge of tears. I wasn't gonna cry. 

"I'm sorry, son." My dad's voice cracked. 

"Why are you back here?" I finally asked. "Why are you giving me advice?"

"I don't want to see you make the same mistakes I did," My father wiped his nose. "I want to be here for you, and Stella."

"What about Mom?"

My dad sighed. "I'm working on that."

My feet moved before I could stop them. I hugged my dad, for the first time in years.

I hugged my dad. 

I hugged my father. 

I hugged the man I hated. 

"Now," Cray pulled away. "Go get your girl."

I nodded, before running back towards my house.  

Back to my life. 

Back to Stella.