Daddy's secret

Chapter 2

He was tall and tanned, he had a sense of security and trust in his eyes and is hair was ruffled and chocolatey.

He glimpsed at me, not in a soft caring way... In an odd, indescribable way. Why?

"How can I help?" I smiled as I served him.

"I recognise you, you stare at my house every morning. don't you?"

I could feel the blush emerging from beneath my cheeks.

"Don't you?" His voice got sterner.

"Um... Yeah, sorry" I sighed.

He glared at me with fire in his eyes. " do t do it anymore ok!" Then he marched of sternly.

My heart was crushed and my feelings torn. It wasn't fair! He doesn't understand my life, he doesn't understand my pain! He has his whole life set out on a silver platter for him...

I watched him sit at his table silently before walking over.

"Can I take your order sir?" My voice now cold and harsh.

"Um...no actually, I want another waitress, maybe one a little less rude and let's just say...appalling!"

My body felt like it was filling up with lava as my anger over come me.

"Yes sir, but before I go... The reason I stare at your house every morning is because I never had that! We're not all spoon fed until the age of 10 you know!!!!"

I spun on my heels and walked off.

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Later on at college the next day, he was there, he looked at me again from across the hall as we both wandered alone except this time is eyes were soft and sincere.

" I'm sorry, I didn't know..." He looked down in shame.

"Know what?" I asked although I had a faint idea.

" about your mom and dad and your..." He paused before continuing

"Your situation"

"Yeah well, why were you so snobby in the first place?"

" I thought you were... Never mind"

I didn't dare ask although I knew I would find out sooner or later.

" I was wondering If maybe, you would like to go out sometime?" He asked, grinning slightly.

"Yeah... Of course"