What It's Like Being A Sunflower

Chapter 71-V Card

Chapter 71- V Card

"You sure you don't want me to accompany you inside?" Vivian had asked me for the hundredth time.

"No." I shook my head in denial. "It's better if I speak to him alone."

"All right, but if you need anything, I'll be waiting outside," she reassured. "Don't do anything stupid or say anything irrelevant."

I chuckled as I climbed out of the car, knowing full well that I was about to do just that. "I'll do my best not to."

I left her to stare at my figure as I jogged up to an average-looking apartment after slamming the door shut and walking away.

This was it.

All of my digging and searching for him led me all the way here.

There was no going back now.

Hesitantly, I pressed the buzzer, my hand quivering, bracing myself for a response. "Who is it?" A deep voice answered.

"It's me ... Mila," I squeaked.

"Mila?" He repeated with a tint of bafflement. "What do you want? Actually ... don't bother answering that. Just go home or something."

"Look I just need to speak to you. It's important and will just take fifteen minutes. That's all." As he sighed in thought, I tried to persuade him.

"Fine. Fifteen minutes and you can go. Come on up," he forcefully spoke.

For a moment, I halted to stare at the door as my stomach fumbled into tight knots. Was now truly the right time? Was Adrian going to be upset with me?

If he is mad at you, it will last for only a little while. This is something that could possibly last for forever.

I raised my hand to the wooden door and knocked rhythmically until it was yanked open.

Al Clarkson, my boyfriend's father, was standing there in front of me. I couldn't remember the last time I saw him, so I wasn't sure how to react. He looked different, a lot different. Not in the good way. He had a clean chin the last time I saw him. It was now covered in auburn hair that had slightly greyed from stress. His grey eyes were irritated, and the bags under them indicated he was rough. His hair was outgrown and a little greasy. He wasn't dressed as clean and smart as he used to be; instead, he wore a crinkled blue shirt that hadn't been ironed and plain dress pants.

All he did was stare down at me, not because of our height difference, but because he had something against me for some unknown reason.

It must be my hot looks!

"Come in," was all he muttered, opening the door wider as I cautiously stepped in.

The apartment was mediocre, but it appeared posh with its plain white walls and spotlights. A black leather sofa sat in the corner, and on the other side of the room was a small kitchen with a marbled island. I looked over to the massive window that framed the view and swear I could see the beach from here. However, despite the fact that everything appeared to be wealthy, I didn't notice until now how many beer bottles were scattered throughout the house, as well as the laundry that needed to be done. Not to mention the stench of fowl that tasted like rotten milk.

He came and stood by me and motioned his hand towards the sofa. "Why don't you take a seat?"

Simply, I nodded and approached the leather sofa, feeling it dip beneath me. "Thank you." I smiled, yet he held no expression when he sat in the chair in front of me.