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Chapter 31

Chapter 31


Angelina's Point of View:


I’ve been awake for the past twenty minutes but Drew wouldn’t wake up. I was getting impatient! How could he still be asleep with the sun lighting up the whole room?

I suddenly got an idea. I smiled and moved my face closer to his and pressed my lips against his. When he started kissing me back, I pulled away.

“Good morning,” I said, smiling at him.

“Morning,” he replied, grinning “Care to explain why you woke me up?”

“I got bored,” I replied simply, sitting up.

“That’s not a good excuse,” he said and without a warning, he pulled me back down and started tickling me.

I hated when people tickled me! I would laugh so hard I won’t be able to breathe anymore.

“Stop! Please stop,” I begged him, laughing but trying to stop, afraid of waking someone up.

“Never!” He said as I tried to gasp for breath.

“Please!” I tried again and my lungs were burning from all the laughter. He was laughing at me and as much as I loved to see him laughing I wanted him to stop tickling me.

“Okay, okay,” he finally said and he stopped tickling me “You can breathe now.”

I took in a deep breath and wiped away the tears that spilled from all the laughing.

“Never do that again,” I said, scowling at him.

He smiled and kissed me, “I just love to see you laughing.”

“I’ll laugh but without you tickling me,” I said and he chuckled.

“I know you also laugh at my jokes,” he said, winking and I rolled my eyes at him.

“I love you,” he said and he hugged me tightly.

“I know,” I replied.

“You’re not going to say it back?” he asked feigning hurt.

“Nope,” I replied “It’ll seem too cheesy.”

He laughed and I joined him.

After a while of silence, I suddenly remembered something.

“So what did you want to tell me last night?” I asked, feeling curious.

He suddenly got serious and pulled away so that he was facing me.

“I… You… We are going to talk to your dad,” he said looking into my eyes.

“What? Why?” I asked, puzzled.

“I don’t want him to ignore you anymore! I don’t want to see you get hurt because of him and don’t tell me you’re okay because I know you’re not. Even if it won’t go the way we want it to, you will feel better because you would tell him everything that’s bothering you. He’s your dad Angelina, you have to do this and I promise I’ll be there next to you,” he said and I felt tears well up in my eyes. He was right. He was absolutely right.

He immediately hugged me as I cried. It’s funny how a minute ago I was crying because of happiness and now my tears are because of pain.

“Shh it’s going to be okay I promise,” he whispered and I nodded.

“Thank you,” I told him and he smiled softly.

Suddenly, my door flew open and the other two brothers came in.

“Why don’t you knock?” I asked, my voice sounding normal.

“Why?” Liam asked “Were you doing inappropriate stuff?”

“William!” Drew growled at his brother who just laughed.

“No need to be shy here,” Liam continued, smirking at us.

Drew’s cheeks turned red but I didn’t know if it were from embarrassment or anger.

“You’re blushing,” I teased him and he narrowed his eyes at me.

“Why are you making fun of me?” he asked angrily.

“Because you’re too cute when you’re blushing,” I cooed and pinched both of his cheeks.

He slapped my hands away and I smirked.

“I love the way you treat him,” Lee joked and we all laughed – except for Drew of course.

“Were you crying?” Lee suddenly asked looking at me suspiciously.

“Why do you always figure everything out?” I muttered.

“What happened?” Lee asked worriedly.

Drew then told Lee and Liam about what we were talking about earlier and they agreed with the idea of me talking with my dad.

“Yeah Angelina,” Lee said softly “I really think you should talk to him.”

“I will,” I replied knowing that they were right.

“Should I tell him that you want to talk to him?” Drew asked and I nodded, not able to say anything. Drew stood up and left my room.

“Mr. Smith,” I heard Drew’s voice calling my dad which was in the other room. My heart was beating faster and my stomach clenched. I was nervous about talking with my own dad.

How should I start? Will he listen to me when I tell him that I miss him? Will he listen to me when I tell him how hurt I am? Will he listen to me when I tell him how afraid I was that night when he was drunk?

Suddenly, an idea hit me. That’s exactly what I’m going to do, I thought.

“What is it Angelina? I’m busy I have a lot of work t—” Dad started with his usual cold voice but I cut him off.

“Dad, please. Just hear me out, okay?” I said in a stern voice. He was surprised at my tone but he sat on my bed anyway.

The brothers were looking at me intently as I gathered my courage to start. Drew gave me an encouraging smile and I managed to smile back slightly.

They were all surprised when I picked up my guitar. Lee gave me a puzzled look when our eyes met. I started strumming softly the strings of my brown guitar.

I started singing the song that would explain everything I wanted to tell my father. (A/N: Play song-->)

 

“Four years old with my back to the door,

All I could hear was the family war,

Your selfish hands always expecting more.

Am I your child or just a charity ward?”

“You have a hollowed out heart but it’s heavy in your chest.

I try so hard to fight it but it’s hopeless,

Hopeless, you’re hopeless.

Oh father, please father,

I’d love to leave you alone,

But I can’t let you go.

Oh father, please father,

Put the bottle down,

For the love of a daughter.”

 “It’s been five years

Since we’ve spoke last,

And you can’t take back

 What we never had.

Oh, I can be manipulated

Only so many times,

Before even ‘I love you’

Starts to sound like a lie.”

“You have a hollowed out heart

But it’s heavy in your chest.

I try so hard to fight it but it’s hopeless,

Hopeless, you’re hopeless.

Oh father, please father,

I’d love to leave you alone,

But I can’t let you go.

Oh father, please father,

Put the bottle down,

For the love of a daughter.”

“Don’t you remember

I’m your baby girl?

How could you push me

Out of your world?

Lie to your flesh

And your blood,

Put your hands on

The ones that you

 Swore you loved.

Don’t you remember

I’m your baby girl?

How could you throw me

Right out of your world?

So young when

The pain had begun,

Now forever afraid

Of being alone.”

 

 “Oh father, please father,

I’d love to leave you alone,

But I can’t let you go.

Oh father, please father,

Oh father, please father,

Put the bottle down,

For the love of a daughter,

For the love of a daughter.”

My father’s eyes now held some different emotions. I quickly recognized them. His eyes were filled with guilt and regret. The coldness wasn’t there anymore. I was so surprised because I didn’t know that it would work. I expected him to scream at me – maybe even hit me – but I definitely didn’t expect that. He seemed human again, not a cold, hateful person.

No one said anything for long minutes. That is when I saw my dad crying for the first time.

“Oh dad,” I said softly as I put down my guitar and hugged him. He hugged me back for the first time in years and kept on begging for forgiveness.

“I know it’s hard to look at me because I look like her,” I told him and he shook his head, tears still streaming down his face “But I love you dad. And I’m your daughter. I would never hurt you the way she did. Please dad I want you to call me you princess again. I want you to buy me my favorite chocolate twice a week. I want you to surprise me by coming home early and playing with me. I want you to hug me. I want you to tell me that everything’s going to be okay. I want you to tuck me in every night. I want you to read me a story before I sleep. I want you to cook me dinner. I want you to do all these simple things. I want you to make me smile. I want you to love me. I need you daddy.”

“I’m so sorry Angelina!” He cried “I promise I will stop drinking. I promise I will stop working so much. I promise I will return home early every day. I never stopped loving you, princess. I still love you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there all those years. You are not like her Angelina, you are my baby girl. That song was like a slap in the face. It’s like I was asleep all those years and you finally made me realize that I have been the worst father in the world! I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

I smiled and cried harder when I heard my father’s soft voice as he called me princess. I haven’t heard him speak to me like that in years. He was back. He was my daddy again. My hero, the man I would always love the most.

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