So, i am so sorry that i havent updated in a while but i have decided to update two, maybe three, stories today.
I got no reviews last chapter and that made me insanely sad. ): please review this time.
I still can't believe that I had stood up to Paul like that. It amazed me that I didn't jump him right in my drive way. When I opened the door, I heard the game system on, meaning my brother would be home. I tossed my bag on the floor.
"Hey Eli, are you hungry?" I heard a huff of annoyance before my brother appeared in the doorway. He looked just like my mom, red brown hair and light green eyes. He was tall compared to me, ranging to about six foot five. He was close to Paul's height it was weird.
"What's the choices?" I rolled my eyes, walking past him and into the kitchen to wash my hands. I always did that before making dinner.
"Wings, meatloaf, or hamburgers," he sat down at the table, watching me dry my hands off and pondering over the ideas.
"Wings, spicy ones though," he waved his hand and walked back into the living room. "Hey, I'm going out tonight, Keri is coming in from West Virgina," I rolled my eyes at the name of his fiancé. She wasn't the nicest, grew up in a little town named Athens, and didn't like me or my mom very much. First time she met my mom, she asked if she was pregnant. I had to drag my mom out of the room before she hit her.
"Sounds nice, mom won't be home for another three hours so that should give you enough time," he huffed again; he and my mom didn't get along ever since my dad…left. Eli still blames my mom for everything that happened.
"Is she bringing his piano up here?" I mentally flinched. I haven't talked about my dad in over two years, I didn't feel like it now but I shrugged it off and told my brother the truth.
"Uncle Ray is driving it up. He said he should be here a hour or so after mom gets here," that was the end of the conversation while I made dinner. I fixed it quickly, along with some mashed potatoes and some corn before calling Eli into the kitchen.
"What happened when you guys were looking down there?" He asked, sitting down with our cups of tea.
"Thanks; nothing really. The house still smells like burning glass," I smiled at the thought of the wonderful smell, looking at my food. My dad and brother used to burn my dads' beer bottles and make stuff like marbles out of them. Eli always loved it.
"Hopefully she brings all of the marbles up," he whispered before continuing eating. We joked back and forth, him about everything under the sun and me about his 'lovely' wife.
"Seriously, though, who would put that on a poster?" Eli asked, laughing at the memory.
"Shut up, I was only twelve," I disregarded. "Who would ask mom if she was pregnant? 'How's that little one?'! God, you have a keeper," I laughed at the memory of moms face.
"'Eat me and we'll knock you off of your feet!'? Seriously, Kimmy! I mean, you were a smart kid?" He laughed, making me laugh with him. When we were done eating, I washed our plates and put them in the cabinet. I told Eli I was going to run like I used to, before heading upstairs to change. I put on my yoga pants with my matching sports bra, laying coconut deodorant on me before running downstairs. I threw on my jacket, forgetting to zip it up, before getting a water bottle.
I sat down beside Eli, tying my shoes quickly, before the doorbell rang. "I've got it," I said, getting off of the couch. I opened the door, expecting to see Keri, but being mistaken.
"What do you want Paul," I quickly shut the door behind me, zipping my jacket up, and stepping on the porch.
"Well, I am a little confused," he scrunched up his nose, looking at the ground.
"About?"
"When does the three days start?"
"Tomorrow," I started walking off of the porch but was instantly pulled back by a warm hand.
"Then, can I have a free day with you?" I crossed my arms over my chest, turning around to look at him. His eyes were overflowing with hope.
"How about two hours? I am going to the beach and I want you to tell me everything about you," I said, raising my eyebrows as if daring him to say yes.
"Perfect," he breathed out. I rolled my eyes before continuing down the drive way and walking towards the beach.
"Okay, have any siblings, besides Camy?" I asked him, stuffing my hands in my pockets.
"I have one little brother and sister," he said, catching up with me.
"What's their names?"
"Sophie and Brady, their twins," he said, shrugging.
"How old are they?" I don't know why, but my resolve was slipping away. Why three days? Why not just one hour? He could probably make me fall in love with him within that amount of time...
No, stop thinking that way! You have to do this Kim. My dad's voice came into my mind. My resolve was back up, built with bricks.
"Four, five in three weeks," Paul said, looking almost worried.
"Parents?" I asked, almost choking on the word.
"Dad's an ass, mom's always there," he said, smiling at the thought of his mom.
"What happened to your dad?" I asked, almost regretting it.
"He left when I was three," he answered darkly.
"Hmm, mine took me when I was three," I said, also darkly.
"What happened to yours?"
"Another time," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "What's up with you, Jared, and Sam? Doing drugs or something?"
"Ha, funny, but no. We have a mechanic shop in Port Angles. We all work there together so we're just kind of close," he said, shrugging.
"Why do you like me all of a sudden?" I asked, kind of scared for the answer.
"Another day," he whispered. I nodded, happy that I didn't get the answer.
"What's your biggest secret?" I asked, stepping over thorns. We already made it to the beach but I decided to walk up towards the mountains.
"That I don't really hate my dad," He whispered, almost inaudibley.
"Why don't you? He left, right?"
"Right, but I still love him. I mean, yes, I resent him so much for putting my mom through all of the shit she's been through, but if he came back…I don't know. He is an ass, just like I am. I would be scared shitless too if I had a baby at sixteen when the girl was twelve."
"Oh my…" I whispered. "They were young."
"Too young, I do hate him in a way though. I needed a dad, really bad, growing up and the closet thing that I had to a father figure was my old neighbor, Mr. Harry," He laughed sadly at the name.
"What happened?
"Died of a heart attack a while back," he shrugged his shoulders. We made it to the top of the mountain, sitting close to the edge. I slipped my legs over the edge, looking over to water.
"How long have you lived here?" He asked. I closed my eyes, smiling slightly.
"I came here when I was in sixth grade. My dad had me and my brother till I was twelve and my brother my fourteen."
"Why'd your mom get you back?" I could feel him move closer to me, staring intently at my face. I sighed when a gust of wind came by, blowing my hair out of my face.
"This is a long story…" I started.
"And, I have time," he said, moving a little closer. I opened my eyes and looked over at him.
"If I cry, don't laugh," I said, smiling.
"Never," he said, seriously. I smiled and laughed on the ground, closing my eyes again.
"When I was three, my mom got into some bad drugs. Coming in and out of the house with people I never met and getting high. One night, my dad woke me up and told my to grab my pillow; that I had everything else downstairs. My brother, Eli, grabbed my blankets and his own, handing me his pillow. He was five and I always looked up to him, so when he didn't say anything I did the same, just listening to my dad.
"When we made it out of Ohio, he said we could stop and eat. We did this about several times, stopping to eat, and moving on. We made it Kentucky in about two days. I loved it! I have always loved huge kitchens and living rooms and the apartment we got was just like that. Now that I think about it, my dad must have planned this out. Leaving, I mean. How could he just all of a sudden have an apartment in Kentucky?
"Anyways, we settled in, me sleeping on the couch and my brother and dad on the floor. Eventually, we got our own rooms. By the time I was six, my mom had tried everything to get us to go with her. My dad would just shoo her away. My dad loved my mom, very much," I wiped a tear away, smiling at the one memory as a child. "Anyways, when the phone calls got bad my dad seemed to get worse as well. Usually he could hold it together.
"He started drinking really bad and leaving bottles all over the place. My brother worked at my dads' friends' shop, only nine at the time. Every morning, I would wake to the sound of clinking bottles and soft snores. Anyways, when I was ten, my dad got really sick. Me and my brother took him to the hospital, Uncle Ray driving; my dads friend. He hit me once, my dad. I have a scar on my foot. He didn't mean too, I don't think; he was drunk. Told me 'Sarah, you better not touch me again', and through a bottle at my foot.
"Anyways, we took him to the emergency room. I had to sit in the cafeteria with my brother while Uncle Ray was with my dad. Thirteen hours later, Uncle Ray came down to tell us that my dad had liver cancer. I didn't believe it, my dad was strong! Never sick, always just kind of stumbling around but strong. He taught me how to play the piano, even taught my brother how to make marbles.
"Two weeks later; my dad past away. He told us he loved us and to never give up, told me to play for as long as a I could. My Uncle Ray took care of us for two years before my stable mother came. When I left a month ago, it was too clear out my dads things,' I whispered, finally opening my eyes. "My Uncle Ray cried when he saw me. It was fake tears, that man was a bastard."
"Why?" Paul asked, laying down next to me but never taking his eyes off of me.
"He hated my brother. He always 'accidently' pushed him into heaters and throwing bottles at him. He liked me though, a little too much. Always said he was helping me with homework of helping me get into bed," I shivered at the thought. I hated that man. "Another story though. When my mom found us, I wasn't playing piano and barely talked to anyone. Eli was getting drunk all the time and doing stupid stuff to get into trouble. My mom quickly reshaped us and made sure that we were okay.
"I have been to so many physiatrists', it's not funny," I laughed darkly before turning on my side. "So, enough with the horrible past time, it's getting dark, I'm walking home," I said, standing up. Paul quickly followed, silent as ever. I looked down at his shaking hands. I instinctively grabbed one. "It's okay, what's wrong?"
He quickly looked down at our hands, smiling simply. "Another day," He whispered before smiling at our hands. I quickly stepped away, bringing my hand with me.
"Walk me home."
Okay, this isn't the best I have done but I thought you should know about her dad.
Anyways, tell me what you think; please? ;D
-princess2010
