Day nine
I awoke top less a large grin pasted to my face. Today was a different day. Not just because of the date, but the feeling.
I wasn't consumed in the stale feeling of bad. bad coursing through my veins. To a certain degree you could say I was overjoyed, but I'll settle with a simple I'm fine.
"Hey, hey." I heard him softly say waking me. "You okay?"
"Yeah; I'm fine."
"Well, here's your shirt." He said with a short laugh. "Today's the dinner. So gonna be a bit hectic."
"I should go before Mick notices. " I said putting my shirt on climbing out of bed.
"Ra." I heard him call into the dim room."Later."
I nodded leaving right when I walked into my room Avery barged into opening the blinds. "Wake up lazy heads." She yelled. "Ra, good your up. I'm not sure if Mickey explained, but Josh and I will be gone until 7. Which is indeed the dinner. So see you at 7 remember it's a wearhouse 45 street." She said leaving.
"God I hate gingers." He moaned sitting up. "So angry" He mumbled getting out of bed.
"Oh shut up she is your fav." I laughed looking at my bright face.
"Got vain huh?" Spencer asked from behind me.
"I call bathroom first." Mickey said inside now.
"I was up first."
"The dinner is at 7."
"Lazy day?" I asked smiling. "With my two best guys."
"Ugh, more like third wheel day." Mickey said leaving.
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The day was spent lounging around watching tv waiting for the hours to tick by. Avery and Josh out preparing for the dinner which was to be held at a warehouse.
"Why is it even at a warehouse?" I asked laying in the basement watching the boys play fuseball.
"Avery and Josh like that laid back style. Plus she is obsessed with making old things new." Mickey shrugged.
"Who's all coming?" I asked.
"Us, family on both sides."
"Both Avery's parents." I questioned.
"Suprised I know." Spencer laughed.
"How's your mom Spen?" I asked.
"Good, she isn't in need of much."
"Focus, before I win." Mickey snapped.
I let there game continue as I left for upstairs. I say imagining my one wedding. I had little family.A few aunts and uncles. Not having any siblings to share moments with. Or a parent to walk me down any aisle.
I imagined my dad being there, but now I can't see him anywhere near me. My mother would sit in the crowd front row. Close enough to hear the kiss. Her long curls surrounding her face.
Her smiled supporting my decisions. I looked at my hands sitting at the dinning table. I missed her. I missed her dearly.
I found paper and pencil beginning to draft a letter not sure of its purpose.
Dear father,
It wasn't my intention to push you away, or make you relapse. This isn't an apology letter fore I have nothing to be sorry. I will stick with this til my death. I however don't want you out of my life. I was cursed with a small family, and whether I like it or not we are family. And family forgives family. Since my arrival I've been retaught of this idea of family. I love you and I have ever since birth. You are my father. I needed you. But I've grown and I don't need you anymore. I want you. I want you to walk me down the aisle. Maybe someday we'll both be ready.
