You're Not Enough

Chapter 101

"Wake up!" I hear my blinds fly open, the sunbeams into the room, my eyes aren't open, but I can still see the intense bright light even with them closed. Ugh, why is my father in here? I don't want to talk to him; I just want to be alone. I'm really not in the mood to deal with him today; I know he is burning with questions, wondering if his perfect daughter slept with the not so perfect boy. I did say I slept with him, but of course not in that way. Knowing my father, he most likely thought it was in that way.

Parents swear that sex is the only thing on teenagers' minds.

I mean, yeah, sex is on most teens' minds, but it isn't on mine. To some kids, sex isn't even that important.

I can feel him standing at the front of my bed; I blow my breath and then open my eyes. He is wearing jeans and a blue collared shirt; I can't believe it. He's in casual clothes. On Saturdays, he doesn't have to dress up to go to work; he usually does, but I guess he decided not to today. He doesn't have business meetings on Saturdays; he mostly just goes to the dealership and does paperwork in his office. No one will see him, that explains why he's dressed like this.

He pulls the cover off of me, the cold air hits my body, and I shiver. "Dad!" I whine, "Arent, you going to be late for work?" I ask, he needs to go.

"I'm not going to work," he says.

My lips part to say something, but nothing comes out; I think about what he just said I'm not going to work. My dad has never taken off of work; I mean, he's stayed home and done work from here, but he has never not done any work at all. I sit, grab my cover, and wrap it around me. "Are you going to the club or something?" That's the only valid reason I could think he has for not going into work; the club is his next favorite place to be other than the office, oh and the gym, he loves going to the gym.

"Nope," he has a sly smirk on his face. I tilt my head to the side. " I took off so you and I could spend the whole day together," he chirps. Again, I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I don't know what to say; he took off for me?

"Why?"

He sits beside me on the bed. "I thought it would be fun if we spent the day together, just me and you." He twists his wedding ring, he's thinking about mom, I know he is.

"I don't really feel like it." I push my hair behind my ear. I know he's only doing this because of what I said yesterday about Caleb being the only one who cares about me and how he is never here. His wanting to hang out with me isn't genuine.

He stands up from the bed. "Come on, Jayda, I already took off, and I have a whole day planned for us." I see the excitement in his eyes, a small little flame behind his iris. "Wait," he puts his hand out, "I got something for you." He turns around and walks out the door. What does he have for me? The last time he had a surprise for me was when I got my SAT scores back. God, I hope he doesn't walk in her handing me a Yale shirt. I rest my head in the palm of my head. He walks back in the room with a small gift bag, its all black with a yellow flower in the middle. He hands the bag to me; I examine it. "Look inside." he urges.

I open it and look inside. There's a white card; I look up at my father wry, and then slowly pull out the card. I don't know why my heart is pounding as if when I open it, I'm going to die or something, but it is.

My whole body is shaking and not in a good way; my subconscious laughs.

I take the car out and sit the bag to the side. The card is also black; on the outside, there is a tall man and a little girl outlined in white holding hands, father and daughter, I assume. I open the card and read the white writing.

No man in this world

will ever love or admire you

the way I do -Dad