I turned to head up the stairs to Ada's room. The steps creaked and I was blocked halfway up. It was Ada. She was standing there, looked slightly shell shocked. "Hi Ada. Not sleepy I suppose." I said quietly, almost whispering.
"What were you thinking?" She exploded. "What... I mean... Well?" She finished, fuming. She was glaring at me - it was so intense it could have melted ice-cream.
"You heard the phone conversation then?" I replied. She just nodded; it seemed she was speechless. "Ada, before you say anything more, let me explain? Please Ada." She continued to glower at me.
"Look Ada. It's plain to me that you want to make up with your dad. You miss him. You just wish you could hug like you used to and make up at the drop of a hat. Yeah?"
She seemed to be remembering something, something from when she was younger - probably with her dad. Any look of serenity was wiped off her face. In one swift movement, her hand came up.
My face stung.
I tenderly put a hand to my sore cheek, anticipating the shooting pain I would get in a few minutes. I caught sight of myself in a mirror in the hallway.
A huge red handprint covered my right cheek.
"Okay then Ada. If you don't want my help, I'll leave. I don't know where I'll go. I' can't go back home and I don't have any friends other than you, but you obviously don't want me here."
I went to her room and picking up my bags, I turned and opened the door. I didn't stop walking until I got to the front door.
"Thank you very much Ms. Knowles. I hope that one day, I can repay you for your generosity."
And with that, I left the house, letting the door swing shut behind me.
I couldn't move for a few moments, but I willed myself to set off walking. I got to the end of the path and paused. "Goodbye Ada." I whispered, as a teardrop fell silently to the ground.