Flame [h.s.]

22| It's not living

And all I do is sit and think about you
If I knew what you'd do
Collapse my veins, wearing beautiful shoes
It's not living, if it's not with you
All I do is sit and drink without you
If I choose, then I lose
Distract my brain from the terrible news
It's not living, if it's not with you

Olivia

"It was a nice day." I say trying to lighten the mood between my dad and me.

After his awkward question which left me speechless, Caleb thankfully showed up interrupting us and stopping me from saying yes to my dad. I noticed the glares my dad was sending me throughout the day, as we spent the whole afternoon at my brother's house. Harry and Addison left soon after we arrived, claiming they had to go to her parent's house.

My dad remains in silence not bothering to answer me. I am the one driving tonight, as he had a glass of wine in the afternoon. "George is very tall don't you think? He is growing so fast." I smile trying to cause any reaction from my dad, without success. He keeps looking to the road ahead of us, never looking at me once.

"I have a job interview Tuesday, it's for a kids clothes store." I say hoping this will lighten up the mood between us.

I had sent my CV to multiple shops and restaurants only one of those answered me back. they are only looking for someone during the Christmas time which is very critical but I will take any money I can make. After the night at the museum, I think working at a kids store is a safe place.

I was so traumatised I went out of my way simply to avoid going near the museum. It was very scary and I don't want to think about what would happen if something went wrong.

"That's good." Dad simply nods as he keeps his head turned to the window not facing me once.

"Why are you acting like that?" I ask frustrated. We were supposed to have a good time together, have some father-daughter moments.

"I'm still waiting for an answer to my question." It looks like now I have no escape.

Now, how will I lie? I had a whole afternoon to prepare myself but even so, I couldn't come up with a reasonable answer to his question.

Why don't you simply lie, you may ask. Because my dad knows me, he knows when I lie. With him I don't need to lie, I have always been honest because he doesn't judge me. I don't think he will be supportive of me if I tell him I almost kissed Harry today while his wife was in the next room. 

That would be low, even for me.

"Answer to what?" I decide to play dumb to try and buy myself some more time. However the deadly glare my dad throws at me makes me think it wasn't my smartest idea.

"Olivia." He uses a steady tone, probably one I haven't heard in more than ten years. "He is married!" Finally, he turns around in his seat facing me for the first time since we are in this car.

"Dad it's not that I-" He shakes his head.

"You can't do that Olivia, what is on your mind? I recognised his voice and the boy was about to put the plate on the washing machine, god knows what you were doing before." I furrow my eyebrows at his accusation.

"You're sounding like mom." I roll my eyes. "Besides we are just friends dad, nothing else." Technically nothing happened between us, so I wasn't lying. But I have to admit, it took me every bit of strength in my body to stop his lips from kissing me.

If they felt divinely against mine, barely touching I can only imagine what will happen to me if he ever kisses me. I will be a dead woman for sure, his kiss will be too much to handle.