(A/N: please don't kill me for leaving another cliffy. I hope you like this chapter although nothing much happens yet. I had planned the whole story and chapter 13 was supposed to be the last chapter, but by the looks of it there might have to be like 60-70 chapters. Whoops. Enjoy! I'll try update soon. It's just that lots of stuff is screwed up. School, home – my parents are having daily rows and might be divorcing – and my grades are kinda slipping… so I don't have too much time for updating. But I try.)
CHAPTER 13
CONFESSIONS
"Dad!"
I ran up and gave him a hug, which startled him.
"Hey," I said. "This is Rachael. She's one of my best friends."
My dad shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you Rachael."
"Nice to meet you too."
"So, dad. How are you doing?"
"You haven't answered my question yet."
Great. I was hoping he had forgotten about that.
"No one."
Right after I said that I felt guilty. What was wrong with me? Why did I have to pretend that Jesse was such a big secret?
"Well, actually, there is someone. His name is Jesse…"
"Who? The cowboy guy?"
"Dad! He is not a cowboy!"
"But he's dead Suze."
"Not anymore he isn't."
"You mean… you mean you brought him back to life? But -. Do you even know how dangerous that is?" My dad exploded.
I knew he'd be mad. I wished some other ghost had decided to visit me instead. Pester me, more like it. Because my plan had failed. When I was brining Jesse back to life, my powers were supposed to have disappeared. But they didn't. They stayed. Which was starting to piss me off. I'd much rather have lost my powers and lived happily ever after with Jesse, but instead my "gift" – more like a curse – hadn't disappeared, and Jesse was trying to spend as much time with me as possible, since soon he'll be having to take his exams to go to medical school. I was glad there was one close by. It was only an hour by train.
I stayed silent during his whole rant, and by the time he'd shut up it was 20 minutes later.
"I'm sorry dad." I said. I meant it too.
He was watching me. "I suppose this fellow of yours must be really special." He said.
"Otherwise, you wouldn't have done it, would you?"
I knew this was a rhetorical question, but I shook my head anyway.
He hugged me and kissed me on the top of my head.
"Sorry for yelling at you like that."
"It's okay. It's only your job."
He smiled a little at that.
"Yeah. I suppose it is my job to worry about you."
"And hate all the guys I go out with."
"What?" He asked, baffled.
"Well, you seem to hate him." I said coldly.
I saw my dad's eyes soften.
"I don't hate him. He seems like a real nice dude."
I looked at him.
"Boy then."
"Let's stick to guy."
"All right. He seems like a real nice dude."
"Guy." I corrected him.
"Guy." He agreed. "All I want is what's best for you."
I smiled. I must have had a far away look on my face since he said, "Tell me about him."
"Well-" I started to say, but was interrupted by Rachael.
"Um. I guess I'll go now. I'll tell you about it some other time Suze."
I watched her de-materialise.
"You were saying?"
I hesitated, then said "Well, his name is Jesse."
"I know that. But what makes him so special?"
I had to think about that for a long time. No way was I going to tell him about the whole he-is-the-one thing.
"I don't know."
He smiled down at me.
"That's exactly what I thought when I met your mom."
Oh my god this was so embarrassing.
"Uh yeah."
I think my dad seemed to notice my discomfort; he opened his mouth to say something but was disrupted by someone else. Someone who wasn't quite alive.
"Oh my God." I said when I saw who it was.
My dad stared.
"Uh, I think I'll get back to you Suze. Good luck with this dude. I mean guy."
My dad de-materialized, and I collapsed on my bed, careful not to look him in the eye.
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