Chapter five.Mature

“Andrew.” I whispered. “I know the story. My grandfather died, and gave us his house in the will so we had to move. It wasn’t my decision to lea-”

“You could have called.” He interrupted. “No. You should have called, you should have done anything to-”

This time it was my turn to interrupt. “ Andrew why do you have to be such an asshole.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean no matter who did it the blame always goes to the other person! It’s NOT my fault! It will never be my fault! If my stupid ass mother wouldn’t have dragged me off to live in this hell hole of a town, we’d still be together! You automatically assume every thing in the goddamn world is someone else’s fault! Well I’m telling you now Andrew. You’re wrong! You told me you love me, but you’ve never done a goddamn thing for me! I did call you, you never picked up. I sent you letters, you never responded. I invited you to my birthday party, you didn’t even call to wish me a happy birthday. Eventually I just gave up. Explain to me how that’s love.” I could feel the tears run down my face.

“I…wanted to tell you earlier…but I really don’t know how.”

“Tell me what?” I asked gently.

“The reason I couldn’t do all that stuff is because of this.” He raised the sleeves of his shirt to expose multiple cut wounds in his flesh. On one arm, I read Molly. It had a heart beside it.

“Andrew how does this expl-”

“I was put into a psych ward from ages 7- 13. My mom found the cuts on my arms, and didn’t know what else to do with me. I couldn’t have done all those things if I wanted too. I’m truly sorry Molly.”

I was standing there in utter silence. I couldn’t think of anything to say. I felt something wet hit my arm, in realization that I was still crying. Andrew took a step forward, and wrapped his arms around my waist. After awhile he took my hand and led me to the small wooden table. He sat down, and waited for me to do the same. So I sat. He put his arm around my shoulder, and pulled me in tight. I wrapped my arms around him, and hugged him as I did a teddy-bear when I was younger. I could feel his body shaking as he started to cry. I hugged even tighter, as he repeated. “I’m so sorry, Molly. I’m so sorry.”

When he stopped crying he looked down at me to discover me staring back at him. He leaned forward, and pressed his lips against mine. They were soft like a peach’s peel, smooth like a kitten’s fur, and gentle like a baby touch. I felt butterflies taking flight in my stomach. When we stopped, we stared at each other, I gazed lovingly at his brown, puppy eyes. He reached and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

Daddy’s little girl paints the world with her magic wand. Daddy’s little child breathes new life to the morning time for me-e. Though were apart, her thoughts follow me. When I come home Molly sm-♫ I answered my phone.

“Hi Daddy.” I was probably the only 16 year old in the world who called her father daddy without wanting something, but I loved him. I loved him more than Linda, my snobby, bitch, mother.

"Hello princess.” I forgot how strong his Aussie accent was over the phone. “How are you?”

“I am amazingly amazing. How are you?”

“A little tired, just got done with a show here in Los Angeles. Have you heard my new song yet?”

“Yes, and it’s amazing. It’s my ringtone for when you call. I was just wondering who this Molly is you’re singing about.” I giggled, my father actually made me giggle.

“Maybe, and this is just a thought here, I wrote it for my favorite daughter who’s name is Molly.” He chuckled back.

“Your favorite daughter?” I asked thinking of my older sister Gabriella. “Don’t you have two daughters?”

“Yes, but Gabby is as stuck up as your mother. She can’t stand the fact her dad is a big time musician. That’s probably why she refuses to see me. Well I have to get going, need sleep for when you’re with me this weekend. Just think soon enough you’ll be on the road with me. Summer can’t come soon enough.”

“Bye-Bye daddy. I love you. Can’t wait to see you this weekend.”

“Me neither princess. I love you too, goodbye.” We both clicked the phone off. I caught a glimpse of the time 11:30pm.

“Oh shit! I have to go, I’ll see you at school tomorrow Andr-” I looked around for him, but he was long gone. I climbed down from the tree house and started the long drive home.

The End

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