Stupid Love

Dads

      I look at him. His face is perfection. How did I end up here with him? It felt like a dream. One that I didn’t want to wake up from. My life felt like a story. Something girls would write about in their journals and although it’s unlikely, deep down inside they hope that celebrity would love them back. I wasn’t a fan of Jake T. Austin and I didn’t force myself on him, he came to me.

“Did I fall asleep in your bed?” he asked finally waking up.

I nod and laugh a little. “You slept like a baby.”

He looks around the room. “Your mother? Won’t she be angry?”

“You’re such a gentleman. My mother still feels guilty for the divorce thing. You can get away with a lot when your parents put you through all that.” I say not realizing how depressing I sound.

     He rubs his hand against my cheek.

“Auburn hair, green eyes, rosy cheeks, thick beautiful eyebrows, small nose, red curved lips. Two dimples, birthmark on your left arm, petite body, beautiful. “He says. “That’s what I see when I look at you. Yet I don’t care what you look like on the outside.  You understand me like no one else can. You care Mac.”

I blush. “You’re incredible Jake.”

      He presses his lips against mine. I’m use to the heat of his body against mine. I’m use to his touch.

“Mackenzie!” someone growls and I turn my head to the door. Jake gets off the bed.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” I ask walking towards him.

       He wraps his arms around me, burying my face into his chest. He was more fit than before; I guess the personal trainer he cheated on mom with is really doing her job.

“What are you doing here?” I inquire again.

“I haven’t seen you in six months Mac. Can’t I visit my little girl?” he says sincerely.

I laugh nonchalantly. “I’m not your little girl. You lost your rights to calling me that the second you walked out that door. Plus I’m seventeen years old.”

“You’re still young Mackenzie. Too young to be in bed with a boy. Does your mother know he’s here?” dad says looking at Jake.

“We didn’t do anything. I fell asleep, that was it.” Jake interjects.

“Are you really going to tell me who I can’t have over here? Look what you did dad. You broke mom’s heart.” I cry at him. “You have no right to tell me anything.”

         He embraces me. Although I squirm trying to get out of his grip, I realize something. I didn’t hate my father. I was just angry. He didn’t fight for me, for his family. He just left. Now being in his arms, feeling his warmth. I realize how much I missed him. Everyone makes mistakes. Surely it would take a long time for me to completely forgive him but we had time. In my head, we had forever.