[book 01 of the emotionally entangled series]
An attachment between two former best friends was something no one expected, especially from two polar opposites.
Owen Bowers was level-headed, imposing his influence wherever he went. With an unsympathe...
[just a very quick message before i will disappear under the amount of school work that i've got. updates may be slower because of school, but if i finish the work early, i can update more frequently which i will try to do :))
-J ]
vote and comment
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Oh, well at least you're feeling better." my father was sat at the end of the bed with a box of my favourite sweets. He was busy telling me his stupid dad jokes whilst the others were downstairs with their parents. The business of downstairs was loud enough that I could hear from upstairs. There was shouting across the hall of a woman and then Darren's voice after. Oh dear, I thought, "that guy should be damn lucky I haven't strangled him yet after he hurt my daughter."
"Dad." I groaned in annoyance before covering my eyes with my hand. My dad never really liked Darren, but he saw how happy I was with him so he never said anything. When Darren hurt me, he would've never forgiven himself, "leave him alone. He's suffering at the hands of his mother enough already."
"Not enough, in my opinion." I shook my head in response before smiling. The yelling had stopped and I perked up slightly wondering what had happened. There was a sudden knock on the door as someone walked in. It was a woman with dark hair in loose curls in a short hairstyle and in her hand, she held a bouquet of flowers.
"Oh, I'm sorry to disturb. Kelly?" she asked me as if she wondered whether it was my name and I nodded in response, "these are for you. I can never be able to find something big enough to offer you as an apology for my son's behaviour, but I hope these flowers are an apology enough. Whatever my son has caused you, it's just so unlike him."
"It's fine, Mrs Oakley," I told her, smelling the flowers she had given me. The bunch were a beautiful shade of vibrant colours and they were incredibly beautiful. Mrs Oakley simply put her hands up in insistence.
"No, it's not. My son grew up without a father, you see? He didn't have that father figure in his life to teach him any useful lessons, but I'll make sure he doesn't do it again. Oh, I did tell him he always has to respect people, but you know how teenage boys can get—" she continued on as me and my father shared an amused look. I stopped her immediately and she stared at me in surprise.
"Really, it's fine, Mrs Oakley. Your son's been taking very good care of me since the incident. Plus, I make him suffer occasionally." she released a shaky breath of relief before smiling at me and giggled. My father only shook his head with a smile of his own.
"My daughter is almost too forgiving," he mumbled as Darren's mother nodded, "it's almost a curse, I swear."
They both stood up and wished me some last goodbyes, my father lingering before pressing a kiss on my forehead. Soon, he followed after Mrs Oakley and closed the door behind him, but not before giving me one last wave.
