Chapter 6
Someone asked me to post longer chapters... The thing is these are meant to be small, this is a drabble fic.
Thanks JennDur for beta'ing for me.
I skipped school for a week, locking myself in my room and crying. My mother wasn't sure what to make of it, easily buying my excuses of feeling sick. My father, on the other hand had had enough.
I was laying in bed, wrapped in the only thing I had left from Emmett, a plain blue hoodie that I had lied and said was Seth's, when my door flew open. Dad marched in, grabbed my blankets and flung them across the room. "This moping bullshit ends right now, Leah. You will get up, shower and join us for dinner or so help me, I will…" he trailed off with a raised hand.
"O-okay," I agreed, fear seeping into the single word. My father had never hit me or used threats of bodily harm before. But along with what he was saying, I could see on his face that he was serious.
"Good," he started to leave the room, only to pause at the door and look back at me. "Make sure you look nice, Sam is eating with us."
More tomorrow.