What It's Like Being A Sunflower

Chapter 62- Mine

Chapter 62- Mine

Arriving home was pretty much the same crap as arriving to the camp. Only this time I was the one forced to sit besides Andre, having to smell the puke every five minutes. The only thing I was breathing through was Adrians chest, my face stuffed there. I wasn't complaining, nor did he, since he chuckled and allowed me to, wrapping an arm around me tightly. I listened to more daft songs from Elliots mouth, spoke to Jack, and recorded a video of Andre puking, sending it to Skylar of course.

Other than that, I'd say the trip was quite a success.

"DAD!" I yelled, bursting through the door. I threw all my bags onto the floor, rolling my shoulders around from the way I had to carry thirty pounds worth of clothing, plus I was on my period.

The first thing I noticed when I entered was how the lights were dim, and how usually Reese would've greeted me by tackling me to the floor, but he wasn't here.

Strange.

"Dad?" I repeated warily, grabbing the baseball bat besides the stairs. I held it up on my shoulders, steadily padding towards the living room where there was a slight mumbling going on.

Okay Mila, just go for it. Right now there's probably a kidnapper holding your dad hostage!

"PREPARE TO DIE!" I hollered, lunging into the living room, ready to swing.

Oh.

It slipped from my hands with a loud clang onto the hard wooden floor while my jaw dropped along with it. What I saw before my eyes was never what I had imagined I'd witness coming home.

It was the same lady from the dinner. The same lady who asked dad out, and was rejected by his cruel ass.

Now she was in our house, and on a bloody date with him from the red wine held in their hands, and some candles lit around the room, not only that but they were an inch away from kissing.

MY DAD WAS GOING TO SMOOCH! GROSS!

And my stupid butt had to ruin it.

Their heads snapped in my direction, restraining from whatever was going to happen next with flustered faces. My mouth was left wide open, catching flies.

"Poptart ... you're home?" Dad gulped, standing up awkwardly as he scratched the back of his nape.

"Uh huh," was all I could say, not leaving my eyes from the stunning woman's face, as she sent me a warm smile.

"You remember Nora right?" Dad gestured back to her, trying to fix this interruption. "We saw her at the diner a couple of months ago."

"Uh huh."

She stood up, casting her red fitted dress that hung flawlessly onto her hips. She extended out a hand to me. "It's nice seeing you again. You must be Mila if I remember correctly. Your father was telling me all about you." I retrieved her hand, still stunned, trying my best to be as polite as possible.

"It's nice- it's nice to meet you ... again." I grinned a bit too widely, drawing my hand back.

"Uhm Poptart ... is it okay if I speak to you in the kitchen?" Dad asked me hesitantly, and I nodded in the need of an explanation. "Sorry about this Nora."

"No, no, it's fine." She smiled politely, taking a seat back on the couch.

I followed dad to the kitchen, stopping near the counter, as he scratched his chin nervously. "My dad, my dad is on a date," I whispered loudly, immediately getting to the point.