Sorry guys, this chapter came out two days later than it was supposed to, but this time a have a really good excuse. I was at this kind of camping with the boarding school as some kind of ending of the school year. Tomorrow is the day where we are going home :( I don´t want it to end.
Anyways, just to tell you, the last chapter of our story will be out on wednesday and that will be the last of Maria and Dougie for you guys. We are working on something else though, but you´ll know more later on :p
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Chapter 7: Confrontation
Addie´s POV:
Michael and I never talked or even saw each other those last days of the camp. There was no reason we were both behaving stubbornly and blind. When the last day approached and the kids had gone home, we all gathered around the flagpole and said goodbye. We hugged our newly made friends and promised each other to hold that contact, but there was something missing. Michael had gone home already. He hadn´t even said goodbye but I had seen as that black car drove of the gravel road and out of sight as it reached the forest. I had cried silently to myself at the sight. I was never going to see him again, was I?
Chris was standing in front of me waving a hand at my face. "Addie?" he asked as I was getting back to my senses. I looked at him. "Have you packed everything?" he asked. I nodded. "Good, mom and dad´s here," he said and smiled. He walked by me and waved at them as he approached the car. I walked in the opposite direction to the leader buildings where my stuff still was.
When I approached the car, mom didn´t even look at me. I was confused. What had I done to her now? Wasn´t it enough that I had ruined every chance I had with Michael, now she had to be mad at me too? I sighed and stuffed my bags into the boot of the car and got in. Dad smiled at me and I faked a smile at him which I knew he could see right through.
The entire drive home, I looked out of the window thinking about Michael. What if I hadn´t talked to him two days ago? What if I hadn´t ruined everything the way I did, would it have been different? Did we still have a chance to become more than friends? I was really sceptical at that thought. I don´t think it would work out, I had no idea which school he was attending. It would have to be a long distance relationship.
Dad and Chris were talking about random things the whole drive home – I wasn´t listening at all. There was something bugging me. Why was mom so mad at me? I kept thinking like this the last part of the trip.
Even if I hurried to get inside with my bags and up to my room – I heard mom call from downstairs. "Anna, can I talk to you?" she asked. Her voice was even. I suddenly remembered something and lifted my pillow where I knew I had placed the letter from Juilliard before the camp. I found the space empty and I lifted my blanket that was covering the bed to find the space under it empty too. Shit.
I was nervous to death as I made my way downstairs. If mom had found that letter, there was nothing I could do. She would be so mad at me. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I was completely sure that she had found the letter. She was looking at me with just the same angry expression that I had already expected. She waved the letter in her hand. "What is this?" she asked and threw the letter on the floor right in front of me. I looked at it shortly then bend down to pick it up. "That´s my acceptance letter from Juilliard," I said though I knew that mom would be pissed when I said it so matter-of-factly and I did. If it was possible there would be smoke out of her ears. "Don´t..." she said but stopped herself. "How come have you not told us about this letter?" she continued looking less angry but still annoyed and disappointed I would guess. I didn´t know what to say. How could I tell her the right way? She had always been so focused on a good future for us and wanted us to get a good career. She was almost just like our grandfather, who I never met but heard about.
"Mom, it´s only because you´ve always told us to get a good career, and Addie only hid it because she was afraid of what you would do, how you would react," Chris stepped in. I was so grateful to him. "It´s her dream, mom," he continued. I smiled a slight smile at him but it faded as soon as I looked at mom again. "Christopher, don´t interrupt," she said and looked at me again. I knew she didn´t mean to be angry at us, I knew she didn´t mean to break my dream – if that was what she was doing. I could see in her eyes that it was hurting her to have to yell at us. I noticed Dad in the corner of the room for the first time. I knew he was split in two when it came to this subject. He knew that being a musician was my dream, but he also knew what it was like, how hard it was. He looked pained.
Dougie´s POV:
Maria sighed. "I don´t think you can make a living of it. It´s not like I don´t know how talented you are and how much you want this, because I do. It is just that financially it´s too unsafe if you don´t become famous of it. It will be hard, I promise you, just ask your father," Maria told Addie. Addie turned her head and looked at me. Even though, I would do everything to help my little girl achieve her dreams, I also wasn´t much for letting her go through the whole tough time where she would be unknown and have a hard time making money.
"What do you think, Dougie?" Maria turned to me now. I had no idea what I was going to say when I opened my mouth. I stood there for a moment while all the three were looking at me expectantly. "I know the consequences, mom, I know it will be hard. You don´t get accepted at Juilliard without having really good grades. They focus a lot that they won´t let you drop out or finish with no chance for a future," Addie cut in. I was thankful to her as I would probably have said something really stupid.
I looked at Maria then. She sighed once again. "Okay, let´s make a deal. If you don´t make it through, you will get an education like a doctor or a lawyer and you will watch your little sister for the rest of the summer break – and last you will call home every week and tell us how much fun you´ve had," Maria smiled a little in the end, but I knew she was very serious about this. Addie nodded and went to hug Maria. "Thank you, mom," she said and rested her head on Maria´s chest. Maria looked up and smiled at me. I walked to them and put my arm around Maria and kissed her cheek.
Maria had a hard time accepting that Addie was going to the US for a whole year. She had missed out on the first three years of her life already and missing out on another one now. Addie had promised us before she stepped on the plane, that she would come home whenever she had a break. My little girl was going to New York.
