Love, if you're there, come and rescue me

No Show

After the last bell, I couldn't wait to get home. I only had 4 hours to get ready for Grayson and I needed to look good. I examined my hair and sighed, Yah, I needed those four hours. I heard the door creak open and padded to the top of the stairs, only to see my dad come in.
"Hi, honey, how was the big first day?" He questioned, enthusiastically.
"It was fine" I answered hastily, "now, dad, listen, when I tell you this I need you to promise not to freak out, but I have a da-skcifhfn" I mumbled into my shirt, trying to make the word audible.
"A what?" My dad questioned. " because I thought I just heard you say date!"
"Ummm, yah, I did. His name is Grayson and he is super nice and he is just perfect with big dreamy eyes, and he is smart, ooohhh, so smart." I openly vented to my dad. After my mom's death, he was the only one I had, so he's used to it.
"He seems nice, go ahead, it's good for you to get out of the house every once and a while. Don't worry about me, I will be fine." He concluded.
I thanked him by giving him a giant bear hug and ran upstairs.
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I strolled down the stairs at exactly seven waiting for Grayson to show up and sweep me off my feet like Cinderella and-
"HELLO," my dad yelled.
"Oh my gosh, sorry dad, I guess I just blanked out."
"Ok, well I am going to dinner with some buddies from work, you'll be okay right, and call if you need anything, don't be out too late." He warned me as he walked out the door.
I sat for another fifteen minutes or so, before I got worried.
'Oh god, he never actually liked you Lindsay, you're such an idiot, it was probably a prank or something, I mean look at you..... You could never be loved by someone like him.' I thought to myself.
I waited another hour before I finally gave up, I had called his phone six times and with no success decided to turn in for the night. I entered my room and peeled off my black dress that I had known he would've loved. I picked it out just for him. As I was putting on my pajamas and taking off my makeup that I had spent hours trying to make it look like it hadn't taken hours, I thought about all the loss and heartbreak I have faced in the last year. Losing everyone and everything I love and being left with one link to that all, my dad. I crawled into bed and let out a sigh. And then another, and then a few tears, and then I was sobbing, because I wanted to love, to be loved and I needed to be love, and I needed it soon, before I fell apart. I needed someone to hold me together.