Shadoe Rose: Part FourteenMature

                Another couple hours had passed before Charlotte left. Selena was laying on her bed in the dark, curled up tightly. A picture of her family before her mom had died was next to her head.

                Selena wiped her nose on another tissue, then wadded it up and tossed it over her bed, where it landed in the ever-growing pile.

                She heard footsteps come up the stairs and a soft rap on her door.

                “Selena? Can I come in?” asked her dad.

                “Go away,” she answered.

                Her dad sighed. “I’m sorry about Charlotte, Selena. I should’ve told you.”

                “No, you should’ve waited. It’s only been three months, and you’re already moving on. I know you don’t like being alone, but that’s no reason for you to go ahead and go after another woman, especially not her!”

                The door opened and a sliver of light spilled across the dark room as her dad walked in. “Honey, your mom would’ve wanted us both to be happy. She wouldn’t want us to mope around and be depressed.”

                Selena scooted away as he sat down on the edge of her bed. “You could’ve at least waiting longer than just three months before moving on.”

                “I know you’re upset, Selena, but I’m ready to move on.”

                Selena sat up and looked at her dad accusingly. “There are times that I seriously doubt your loyalty to mom when she was alive. You move on too quickly, and you weren’t as concerned when she died. Maybe you already moved on when you first found out she was sick.”

                Before her dad could say anything, she got off her bed and quickly walked out of her room and downstairs to the living room. As soon as she sat down, there was a knock at the door. Selena waited a minute, hoping that her dad would get it, or that whoever it was would leave. Neither happened. The knock sounded again and Selena reluctantly got back up and walked down the hall to the front door.

                She opened the door. “Andrew?” she asked with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

                He threw his arms around her and hugged her tightly. “I saw a picture of you in the book, and you were lying on the slab, and it made me realize that I don’t want to fight with you. The picture moved, and it looked so real,” he said quickly, glad that the picture hadn’t been telling the truth.

                “I’m fine, I promise. But you mean I was in Charlotte’s book?” she asked.

                He nodded. “And so were Shadoe, and this woman who looked kind of like her, but had brown hair.”

                Selena stepped back. “Built like Shadoe, but with brown hair and dark eyes?”

                “Yes, why?”

                Selena’s face paled. “My dad’s dating one of the Devil’s angels.”


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