Your Ghost

Chapter 19:

My dad is the biggest asshole around!

That is excluding Ransom for this scenario.

This is why I preferred to be with my mother when I was younger. Granted both my parents were more occupied with their work than spending time with their daughter, but still, my mother was a better parent than my father. That is why I cherished the time my mother and I had spent together. At least my mother wanted to spend time with me, unlike my farther. With him, it felt more forced, like he didn't want to spend time with me.

I know deep down somewhere in my father's cold heart that he does care about me, he just has a funny way of showing it.

An example would be when my father told me that Ransom is not worth my time. My father visited me the day after I broke up with Ransom, and the look on my father's face was something I have never seen before. He wanted to go straight to Ransom's house and tell him to never speak to me again or else, but I pleaded my father not to go. That was probably the only time I appreciated my father taking my side, and not siding with the asshole Ransom once was – or is? I don't really know at this point.

"Evelyn! No!" Ransom wraps his arms around me and he lifts me up so that I am sitting on his legs. My thoughts immediately vanish into thin air.

I bawl my eyes out and embrace Ransom. I know he is a pain in the ass, but right now at this moment, he is all I have. Who would have thought it would be my father who made me cry instead of Ransom during the week?

"Your father is such an ass!" Ransom angrily says as he slowly rocks me from side to side.

I concur, but I don't speak.

"He shouldn't have said that you are a disappointment." Ransom whispers in my ear. "Don't listen to your father my sweet girl. My Sweet Star. You are so much more."

I cry even more. My Ransom is here! I don't know how long Ransom will stay like this, but I need to savour every moment.

"Ransom!" I cry and tighten my grip around him. I want him to hold me, to protect me and to never let me go...but I cannot seem to shake the feeling that I am confusing fantasy with reality.

"You are beautiful. You know that." Ransom coos, but these words seem random.

I scoff.

"Why don't you believe me when I tell you that you are beautiful?" Ransom asks.

"You just saying that to make me feel better." I wipe my eyes.

Ransom scoffs this time. "Are you kidding me right now Evelyn? Why won't I think you are beautiful? It isn't just your looks that make you beautiful. It is your integrity, your ambition and that fact that you like to go against anything I say. You can be frustrating too, but you really are one of a kind."

That sounded like a confession than an explanation.

Ransom nips my ear and I let out a half-suppressed giggle.

"The way you don't allow anyone to push you over, well...everyone except me. I do like to push your buttons sometimes. You can be funny sometimes." Ransom chuckles.

I know he is smirking, but I don't mind.

"I know you like to." I giggle.

Ransom kisses my head, but I want to feel his lips on mine instead.

I turn around to face Ransom and I look at his lips. Those beautiful lips that I want over my own.

I look up into his blue eyes. His messy hair combined with his eyes is a good combination.