She was rainbow bright and colorful
He was the storm before it dark and gray
She was the sun rising quietly into the day
He was the moon shining brightest in the dark
She found all the right colors to paint his blank canvas
He found all the right wo...
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"It don't make sense but nevertheless You gotta believe us, it's all for the best"
I watched her leave with a heavy heart. What was wrong with me? Why did I say that? Why did I do that? I heard a cough from behind me and I turned around and glared at the one person in this world who I could no longer tolerate or more like refused to tolerate. My father.
After leaving my mom in such a wrecked state and being a poor excuse of a human being he had the audacity to show up at my front door and ask me to hear him out. I didn't trust him.
He's not safe as far as I know, and I couldn't involve V in that. I did the one thing I knew how to do, I hurt her, so she would leave, and it was the hardest thing I've done in a while. Poor timing is what it was, she showed up two minutes after I let him inside. But, it wasn't just that, and we both knew it, I'd been ignoring her for days; and, we'd both been hiding things from each other and friendship doesn't work like that.
I hated the way she looked at me before she left, I hated the tears that I caused. I hated it all. I don't know why, but it was at that moment, in which I swore, that I would never want to be the reason behind her crying, ever. She's too precious for that, too amazing to cry because some idiot like me messed up. I wanted to be the reason she smiled, she laughed, I wanted to be one of those good things in her life, one of those things she's scared to lose.
I turned back towards my father, attempting to keep my calm.
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I looked him dead in the eye and spoke slowly as if talking to a five-year-old,
"What are you doing here?" I ground out breathing between each word. His eyes widened, and he struggled to begin talking,
"I, do not have all day. I have places to be and people to see." I growled, my patience making an escape. He glared at me, not liking the way I spoke to him, but too bad, because he didn't have nor deserve my respect.
"Jayden invited me here to see him and your mother." He said nonchalantly. I almost lost my cool right there. Jayden invited him. Jayden knows how I feel about him. There's no way this isn't a setup. Why would he do that to me?
Deep breaths Kay, come on. He began speaking again.
"I need you to listen to me with an open mind. I need you to take a minute and not look at me like you are right now...li-like I'm a monster. I need you to be willing to listen and understand. I am your father, and I ask this much of you before I begin my story." He spoke with a soft pleading tone. I nodded meeting his eyes and leading him to the living room where I sat on the couch.
Taking his place across from me, he began,
"The day your mother told me she was pregnant was the best day of my life. I was ecstatic that we were finally going to start a family together even if it was a bit early. I just wanted to be able to provide both of you with the best life possible. Then you were born, and you were twins. It was unexpected, but I don't want you to think for a moment that it was a mistake. It wasn't, you weren't. I was just a fireman at the time, that wasn't enough to support the whole family.
