[Completed✔] ❝I can't look at you while you're like this.❞ Bianca has hidden her rough past from her two teenage daughters who are hot on the trail to uncovering who their real father truly is. Delia and Macy stumble across a whirlwind of secrets wh...
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August 11th, 2011. 12:46 P.M.
Delia's heart lurched as the door was unlocked. A man who looked more in his late twenties than mid thirties answered the door, and he just stood there, bewildered to why two teenage girls would be at his house.
Delia and Macy knew it straight away, that they were staring their own father in the face. He hadn't a clue, "We're..." Delia fumbles her words, looking down at the ground where her feet stood, frozen with nerves, "...Here from our local school news paper to interview you." she lied.
"Alright... Why me?" he asked, not taking to the idea. "You've been randomly selected, your house that is." Macy chimed in, trying to add a layer of realism to the lie.
"It looks odd." Dallas said, sticking his head out of the door, and searching down the street for people. He was worried about something, "What?" Macy asked. Dallas takes another glance, "You know... having a grown man lead two teenage girls into his house."
She shook her head, "We trust you." she assured him. "Alright. I guess you can come in." he said, letting them traipse into his house. Neither of them could help but spin around, peering at where he lived. He nervously points to the living room, "Have a seat. You want a drink?" Delia nods a yes.
Dallas walked out the back, into the kitchen. Delia sits across from where he would sit, and Macy sat to the side of her. He returns with two glasses with ice and two cans of coke, he takes a seat. Each girl pops a can open, and takes a sip to calm themselves, even the carbonation was too intense. "What happened to your head?" Macy wondered, staring at the bandage on his forehead.
"Work accident." he replied. Macy nods, there is a long pause of silence before he decided to speak again, obviously uncomfortable, "So, questions?" he asked. Delia stares up at him, "Oh, yes. Let me find them." she pulled out the list of question, which were more for a dad than a fake news article. She cautioned her words, and made them up as she went, she scans down the list, "...Name..."
"Dallas Tucker Winston." he informed them. Delia was elated on the inside to find out his middle name. Unease centred the room as the sound of ice cubes clinked and the ceiling fan whipping around were the only noises. Dallas and the twins sat quietly, they couldn't even glance up at him for the first ten minutes.
Dallas was very apprehensive for an unknown reason, he takes a cigarette from the packet of the coffee table, "Can I?" he asked, with it hanging out his mouth. The girls nod, thinking it's his house, he can do what he wants and it's better to have him relaxed, even though they were far from it themselves. It felt like elation and uncertainty all rolled into one, Delia continued, "...And your childhood, or youth..."
He flicked his smoke into the ash tray, "I was off the rails from a young age. Growing up in a family of nine and being the only boy, I was never home. I slept on couches or park benches until fifteen when I moved into a friend's place, which was more like a bar than an actual home. I sure did get into a lot of trouble with alcohol, drugs... girls."
Macy chimed in shamelessly, "So, Dallas do you have kids?" All conversation vanished into air, Dallas thought carefully for a second. He has harrowing eyes, they pierced through everything he looked at, "Yes I do." he paused again. "Can you elaborate on that... on your kids." Delia insisted.
Delia tremoured at Macy's forwardness, she didn't plan for it to come out like this. Something in Delia catches his attention, and he began to become suspicious, eyeing her like that, as if he saw it in her face. "I never caught your names." he asked, almost like he was hinting to it.
"Bianca." Delia let loose, the word just dripped from her mouth, Macy luckily caught her, "She is Bianca Loveridge and I am Amanda Parks." she lied. "They must be around..." he dove deep into Delia's dark eyes, much like his, then came down with a case of forgetting words, "... your age." His voice thickened, "Possibly, at your school. Maybe you could give them a letter for me?"
Delia suppressed shivers, she wanted so badly to cry out, yearning for his touch, for his knowing that across from him was his own blood. Macy passed him a piece of paper and pen, allowing him to quickly scribble down a page worth of words, he hands it back to her.
It all happened in slow motion, that's what it felt like. Macy was caught off guard by him giving her the note, that she clumsily knocks the drink over. The coke splashes all over the place, snapping everyone out of the odd trance. Macy completely blundered, and bolted for the door, it was so out of character for her that Delia yelped in shock.
Dallas jumped to his feet, "It's..." he began to say, "...alright." he finished, as the girls fled and he found himself alone. Something crossed his mind, but he thought... it couldn't be... and ran out onto the lawn. Delia and Macy ran down the road, he didn't go after them. The fear almost unmanned him.
