And She Fell For Love

FOUR

I woke up before Dylan. Being up early gave me time to think to myself. But straightaway, I starting crying; it was becoming embarrassing. I ran straight to the bathroom to let out all my tears. My weeping was probably too loud; hopefully I didn't wake anyone.

"Mya?" I opened the door so he could see, my face was wet and so was my clothes. He gave me a nice, warm, hug. "Are you okay?" Dylan asked me. I didn't know what to say; I could lie and say yes, or be honest and tell him no. But instead, I just stood there frozen; didn't move a muscle.

"Mya, are you okay?" he repeated.

"Yeah, I just need to get the rest of my stuff."

"Okay, do you need me to help you with anything?"

"You can drop me there, but I'll pack the stuff myself. I don't want my father to see you; not that you're a disgrace or embarrassment, but I just have to do this alone. Sorry."

"It's cool. I can drop you there, and pick you back up in about an hour or so. No worries."

"Cool, thanks Dylan. You're awesome." I walked out the bathroom to fix Dylan's bed and clean up my stuff.

"No, go get ready, I'll fix the bed." Dylan said walking into the rom. I went in the bathroom, brushed my teeth and took a shower.

Afterwards, while Dylan was downstairs, I got dressed, did my hair, and was all ready to go. I went downstairs so me and Dylan could eat, but he had already made me breakfast. Dylan is the sweetest guy ever.

"Dylan, you made me breakfast?"

"Yeah, you're the guest, so all you need to do is relax."

"I know, but I could've at least made breakfast, as a way of saying thank you for letting me stay here."

"Mya, you can do many things, but I just wanted to do this one thing for you." He came closer to me, it looked like he was about to kiss me. I moved away before he could. He didn't know, I still have feelings for Jesse and I wasn't ready to move on. I hope I didn't embarrass him rejecting what looked like a kiss.

After we were done eating, Dylan drove me to my parents' house. He also gave me some boxes to put my stuff in.

"Thanks Dylan, I'll text you when I'm done." I gave him a hug, grabbed the boxes and went inside. Opening the door, I saw my dad sitting on the living room couch.

"Hello Father." I greeted my dad, showing him the boxes I brought to pack the rest of my belongings.

"Hello Mya."

"I came to pack the rest of my stuff."

"Well hurry up, I'll be using your room for my own belongings pretty soon." I took the boxes, and went upstairs. Seeing my room for the last time made me, somewhat emotional. Knowing that I won't be sleeping in this room anymore, or hanging out with my friends more, was just a sad thought. I continued to pack my clothes, decoration, and carefully packed the picture of me and Dylan from our little kid times. I texted Dylan to pick me up in ten minutes. I carried the boxes downstairs and saw my father giving me the evil eye.

I understand that dating guys when you're trying to have the best grades possible was wrong, but he doesn't have to be so unpleasant to his only daughter, I didn't think what I did was that bad; plus, I have next year.

"Dad, before I leave, and most likely will never see you again until my senior year graduation, if you love me that much to attend, I just wanted you to know that you've been an awful father to me. You will always be an ungrateful bastard." And just like that, he struck me, right in the face. I always knew my dad was pretty strong, but I never knew he'd use that against me. I phone started buzzing. It was Dylan telling me that he was outside.

I grabbed my boxes and my purse and went outside. Dylan helped me carry the boxes to the car. Afterwards, we got in the car, and Dylan saw my 'mark' that my dad left on my face. I started crying. Every daughter dreams of having something to remember their father by when they know they'll never see him again, but I didn't think that my 'special something' would be a big bruise. That's all I have left of my dad now, but I'll still cherish it forever.

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~Author's Note

~Geez, Mya's dad is sure something.

~If you had the chance to chance your name, what would it be? I'd change my middle name to Vanessa. I love that name.

By the way, this is a really short story, so I did warn you guys in the bio, that the chapters are short. They're at least about one full wattpad page (700 words).