Chapter 11
After Jesse left, we had a few minutes to clean the house before Stacie's parents come home.
-Stace, your phone has a text – Chloe yelled from downstairs.
-Who is it?
-A text from Dan Conrad, I guess it's your dad.
-What it says?
-"Hey babe, your mom and I took the first plane back to Georgia, we'll be there around 2pm"
-Okay, thanks Chlo.
I was with Stacie upstairs in her messy room, where Jesse and I spent the night.
-Hum, Stace.
-Yeah?
-Its 1.41pm
-WHAT? ALREADY?! – I nodded. – Shit. Please help me to clean the house.
So yeah, we had to clean the house and left. That means, I had to go back to home. When I was in the bathroom, I read all the texts from John, my dad, and a new text from Chloe. I think I took the things bad between Sheila and him; it takes two to break a family, not just one. After all, he followed her, and shouldn't had left yesterday, but if I shouldn't left, I'll never had spent the night with Jesse and have this cute pic now, Chloe sent me a pic of the both of us sleeping cuddled. I smiled at the pic. It was a nice night, after all. And I heard Jesse telling Chloe that I spoke in sleep and that I had a nightmare, I wanted to die. But I couldn't hear more.
I was at the door of my house, deciding if I should enter or no. I was walking backwards when my hand decided to open the door and my dad was behind it and he was going outside, we stared at each other, nervous we could say.
-Beca…
-Hum, I just… I…
-Why didn't you answer my texts or calls?
I sighed deeply, trying to find the right words. –Well, when you hear your mom died, weeks ago, people usually get mad for not telling them, especially when someone who hates tells you. Besides I was at Stacie's sleeping.
-Okay, I get it. Look Beca, I'm really sorry. I don't even know why I slapped you. I can't stand knowing how much hurt you were, and how much hurt you still are and how I changed you.
-Well, when you finally knew it you slapped me.
-Leaving you never was on purpose.
Neither was losing 9 of my birthdays, right? I said to myself. –Okay, thanks for…apologizing?
He made a fake smile and opened her arms inviting me to a hug. He should know I'm not an affectionate person, I think everybody knows it. And I was still trying to process the information, part of me was, and always will be, mad at him. I smirked at him and went straight to my room, not bothering to look back at him. I was so frustrated, mad, depress, a mix of feelings. Only music helped me in these moments, so I did what I did best, mixes. I tried hard to make a mix, but my head was still in the talk with my dad. Then a Jesse text comes in.
2.34 PM
Weirdo.
-Hey Shorty. Can't wait to kick your ass this Sunday.
-I think you're gonna like some girls from my class.
You.
-Think so?
Weirdo.
-100% Sure. Some of them are pretty cool, or maybe weird, weirder than me.
You.
Wow, that CANT be possible.
Weirdo.
-Ha ha ha, so funny, see you there. Sleep talker.
Then my head flew to yesterday's night, I remembered Jesse's favorite movie end. The Breakfast Club and the final song "Don't you" from simple minds. And inspiration came to me. I started to change bass's lines and play with the rhythm. I think I spent like 6 hours mixing, when I finished I took my headphones off and let the music sound around my room. It sounded perfect, the best mix I've ever make, I guess.
A knocked made me go back to reality.
-What do you want?
-Get things better between us.
-Sheila? –Silence answered me. – What the fuck are you doing behind my room's door? Wait, more important. What the hell are you doing here?
-Open the door.- I stand up and opened the door, I didn't want her to come in so I just stand there in front of the door.- I heard your voice mail, I wanted to tell you that I told your dad why you were late last night and that I feel horrible. Can we talk?
-Do you feel horrible for yelling me that my mom is dead? We don't have anything to talk about.
-I know you are mad. I know how you feel and…-
-WOW. You know how I feel or how I felt for the last ten years? That's brilliant, prefect. Now you knows how an 8 year old feels after she found out that her father left her, now you know how she guilty she felt because of her mother, now you know how the same girl in every fucking birthday wished for her father to come back. YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOW HOW I FEEL. SO MAKE ME A FUCKING FAVOR AND GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM. - As harder as I tried to not be mad at her, I couldn't. Not only because she was my freaking boss and made me spend the worst two years of my life working there. I had my reasons.
She had enough, she had hate in her eyes and was staring angry at me-Look kid, I'm not here just for you. I'm here for your father. If you just cooperate a little bit it'll…- I was tired of her voice, I shut the door in her face and went back to the mix, acting like I couldn't hear her, which I did. And it was pretty funny.
Dinner time. I really didn't know if Sheila was there, but I was hungry as fuck so I couldn't care less. I went downstairs and nobody was in the living room or in the dining room, I was hoping that the kitchen would be empty as well, but I'm never right. Sheila was still there. I acted like I didn't see her.
-You are finally down.
-Huh? - I said closing the fridge door with a bottle in my hand.
-I mean you leave your room and came downstairs.
-Right. - I took a sip of my juice and starting to look something to eat, there was literally, nothing.
-Do you want me to cook?
-Don't make the things more awkward. I can do it on my own. - I noticed how rude that sounded, and I really didn't care, but very deep inside me, I mean it, VERY DEEP. I felt bad for Sheila. I'm gonna try to be nice with her from now on, but not that kind, just more polite…Beca since when you are polite? - Thanks. - I tried my best. I went back to my room and jumped to the bed staring at the ceiling.
It's like I had a voice inside me saying. Maybe you should give a try to Sheila, maybe she'll be the mother figure you always needed. And then, tears were starting to show. I didn't want Sheila to replace my mother, even if she sucked as a mother sometimes, she never fucked it as my father did. It felt so good to cry without bothering about if someone is looking at me or my messed make up. I always preferred to cry in the shower, because there nobody can hear me. Suddenly, I was falling asleep.
I was deep in sleep when I started to hear a far noise, it was like somebody shouting, but it wasn't like a shout. It was more like a song. A Kelly Clarkson song and… It was Chloe calling. I managed to sit in my bed and accept the call.
-Morning sleeper. – If sometime I get drunk, please don't tell Chloe to call me the next morning, her cheerful voice will make me have a headache.
-What's up Red.
-You're still sleepy?
-Hum it's like 11am; it's like midnight for me.
-Lazy little bitch.
-Oh my god Chlo!
-WHAT?!
-You said a bad word, I'm gonna tell your mom.
-Ha ha ha. You are so funny- She said sarcastically
-Anyways, why are you calling?
-Oh yeah. Stacie and I are going to your home in like, a few minutes so get ready and take a shower.
-Wait. Why?
-See ya.
-But Chlo…- I was talking to the ended call sound – Bye Chloe.
I said as Chloe said and took a cold shower. Yeah it's almost winter and I'm taking a cold shower. Deal with it. Anyways, after the shower I just get dressed with my black hoodie and my grey sweatpants because, its Chloe and Stacie, Not the queen or Jesse. After about 30 minutes the girls showed up full of bags.
-For what are those bags?-I asked unsure.
-We're gonna help children with some clothes. And you are one of those children.
-Wait, you are gonna change me, like you know, my image?
The both nodded and went straight to my closet.
-You're gonna be aca awesome for the riff off of tonight.- oh sure. Now I know why these two are here.
A/N Hey there. Tomorrow i dont have classes, that means i'll update tomorrow or at midnight. This isnt one of my favourite chapters but i dont have many time to rewrite it or to think something better, people is coming to my house. And with people i mean my sister's boyfriend. SEND HELP.
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