In love with a criminal.

home?

Well, this is it. I'm home. Why can't I just walk inside, was it because there was another car in the driveway?  Or was it because I'm scared?  Maybe it wall all of the emotions.  I made my way to the door, wrapping my slender fingers around the door knob.

       As I opened the door, I didn't see what I was expecting to see. I thought I would see cops,  a worried face on my father. But no, I see my dad sucking faces with a girl.

     The anger got the best of me so I slammed the door. "Hello!" I screamed. 

       My dad looked up at me, shocked wide blue eyes just longed at me.

      "Ma-maka!" He quickly pushed the girl off his lap and rand over to me, pulling me into a tight embrace.

      I didn't hug him back,  I didn't find a reason too.

      "Maka, sweety. I have been looking everywhere for you." He pulls aways, looking at me.

      I put on a fake smile. "Thanks dad I missed you. Running away was wrong." Lies. All the words were lies.

       I pushed past him, making my way to my room as he grabbed my wrist.

    "Did you think that their weren't going to be consequences?" He questioned.

          I furrowed my brows. "Should their be? You didn't even fucking bother to call the cops. I'm not important to you, I'm neglected." Tears were now down my face,  and that's when it hit me. I missed Soul, but it was too late.  I won't ever be seeing him again now.

      My father released my wrist and just turned around, returning to whoever that lady was. Thus, leaving me once again alone.

      My emotions were taking me over again, I did know what to say or do. I just ached, ached for importance and love. Those were the things soul gave me.

     I turned around and entered my room, everything was in place and not a thing looked different.  I jumped on my bed and reached under my pillow for my book,  I was so close to ending it.  Finding my bookmark I put all my focus to the words on the page, I was going to do everything to forget about Soul.

        As I read the first few words I realized i just couldn't take it anymore. I wasn't happy,  and nothing i could do would stop it.

        But that's when it hit me, i didn't have to be here. I could always just run away again,  and nobody would notice. 

        My thought process was interrupted by two bangs on the door.

        "Maka, can I come in?" My father's hoarse voice echoed.

         "Yeah." I blunty replied. 

     He entered my room and took a seat right by the edge of my feet.

          "I just want to know where you were." He calmly stated.

          I looked at him, "I kinda was just by myself. Wandering around."

        He looked at me up in down. "You're wearing different clothing."

         My stomach went in knots, I had to think of a lie. Right now, and fast.

        "Just Found Some Money On The Floor,  And I guess I wanted My Hygiene To Be good." My eye kinda twitched at that lame save.

         He didn't say anything,  he only sighed before getting up. Looking at me once more synthetically before leaving.

        Now that I was alone, there was only one thing bothering me. What was I going to do now?
HEY I FINSHED THE CHAPTER. I AM WRITING THE NEXT 7 LIKE WRITE NOW. I PROMISE THERE WILL BE ANOTHER UPDATE TOMORROW.  I AM SO SORRY.