Surprised to hear from me? :) So yes it's been like over a year and I am very sorry about that. I totally understand if you hate me... I hate me too, but here is another chapter of Like We Never Loved At All, and I am trying my hardest to give y'all updates A LOT sooner than I have.
Anyway, Enjoy:)... I do not own Clique
I couldn't believe I was standing here in front of a stone mansion in New York about to meet my father for the first time. If someone would have come up and told me this a year ago, heck even a week ago, I would have laughed in their face telling them they were nuts. But here I was. Standing in front of a mahogany wood door in Westchester, New York. I closed my eyes and sighed. Here goes nothing. I shook my head to clear my thoughts before ringing the doorbell, awaiting an answer.
The large mahogany door suddenly swung open to reveal a tall, around 6'4, man with blonde hair cropped short to his head and large chocolate brown eyes. Dad. It was blatantly obvious in his features. Looking at him now I could tell I was a spitting image of him. Those familiar chocolate brown eyes widened taking in my appearance, I could tell he could see the resemblance too.
"Dad?" I finally answered unable to form any thoughts let alone two words. He just stood there frozen not taking his eyes off of me.
"It's me, Massie," I said biting my bottom lip nervously. It dawned on me that I should have given some warning or heads up. What if he changed his mind? What if he sends me back to mom? I couldn't stop these thoughts from swarming through my head as I stood there willing myself not to cry. I saw his face quickly form to a concerned look before quickly enveloping me in a hug.
"I can't believe it's you," he finally said after a couple of minutes. He kissed the top of her head and released me to get a better look of my face. I could feel the sob rising in my throat but I tried to swallow it up and stay strong. I didn't want to break down on the stone ground beneath me.
"I'm sorry. I'm just surprised to see you. I thought you didn't want to see me," he said brushing my golden blonde hair out of her face, smiling slightly.
"I'm sorry I didn't call before I came. I just-" Massie started to say but couldn't stop the tears that starting flowing down her cheeks and onto the ground making polka dots. I wrapped my arms around his firm torso not wanting to let go, afraid that if I moved from this place he would disappear. I could hear William's soft whispers of 'it's going to be ok' and slowly I started to feel better.
"I just got your letters. Mom kept them from me," I told him as I sat against the soft leather chair in William's study.
He nodded before answering, "I can see why she did that. She was just trying to protect you," he answered back. I could feel my hands tense up thinking of the last moment with Kendra. They didn't end on the best terms.
"Does she know you're here Massie?" he suddenly asked with raised eyebrows as he intertwined his hands together on his desk.
I could feel my face getting red and I looked down to try to hide it as I slowly shook my head. William sighed as he put his hands over his face. "Massie, you know I will have to tell her."
I nodded knowing he was right. "I don't want to leave though," I said feeling the tears starting to reform making the wood paneling on the walls become a blur. I had just gotten here! I haven't had enough time to get to know him. To know what he does on his free time. To know what he does, where he goes. Heck, just to know what his favorite color is.
William sat there assessing the situation to figure out the best solution. "How about this. Stay here tonight, and I will talk to my wife when she gets home, and of course Kendra. We will talk about what to do from there," he answered nodding his head. I just nodded slowly and stood up, running my hands on the soft leather seats.
"I do want you to stay here Massie. I just don't want your mom to worry about you," he answered realizing what he just said might have hurt her feelings.
"I understand," I said back smiling slightly, "I love you dad," I finished biting my bottom lip waiting for his answer.
I could see the warm smile light up his face when he said, "You have no idea kiddo."
I could hear my mom yelling like she was here in this house rather than on the phone. I know I should feel guilty for what I put her through, and I do kind of, but the anger over what she did outweighed that guilt. I crossed my fingers and said a little prayer hoping maybe that things would end well. All the sudden it was silent and I knew I was about to hear my fate. I wanted so badly to stay here, with my dad. I grew up not knowing him, and I didn't want waste any more years without him. My thoughts were interrupted by the front door opening and a tall pencil thin woman walked in with a confused look on her face as she looked me up and down.
"I'm Lorie," the woman said as she extended her dainty hand that surprisingly was very firm. She ran her fingers through her dark pixie cut hair and waited for me to speak.
"I'm Massie," I answered back giving a shy smile. What else was I supposed to say to my, I guess you would call her, stepmother? 'Hi your prodigal stepsister has returned.'
I could tell by the look on her face she knew exactly who I was. Right as she was about to speak William came out from his study asking to speak with Lorie in the study.
I just closed my eyes and hoped for the best.
I could not believe the events that happened today. I was insane for even considering flying to New York with no warning and pleading to live with my father. Now I'm actually getting to live here… with my dad. I don't know if I can get use to that. It was like a dream. I swear if I wake up and am in that anal white room at Richards I will hurt someone, but it seems no one will be going to the ER on my account, this is indeed real. My father and stepmother told me I could live with them, and it's only been a few hours but I feel like I am on cloud nine. This was my dream… to know my dad. I think I'm going to like Westchester, and at that moment I almost forgot all about Derrick Harrington…. almost.
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