I rub the sleep out of my eyes. "What time is it?"
"Four in the afternoon."
Well then I guess I don't hate mornings. I just hate waking up.
I flop my arms on the bed and my stomach grumbles loudly. I press my lips together.
"Hungry, sì?" I ignore papà's smirk.
"A little." I mumble.
"Let's go home, Ellie."
I slightly cringe at his name for me. It's still weird to be called Ellie again. I've been someone else for so long. I'm not sure if I can be the Ellie he wants me to be. Everything is so different now.
I feel like I haven't had a home in forever. I've always been worried someone was going to find me or try to kill me.
Papà ends up carrying me to the car. He refused my wishes to walk.
He said my friends are staying at nonno's house and are there now. Papà sent everyone home so I don't get overwhelmed.
"Thanks." I breathe out.
He opens the door for me.
"Of course." Papà replies with a smile.
We sit in a deafening silence. It's not awkward but it's like neither of us know what to say.
After a minute or two, I can't help the words that come falling off of my tongue. "You're not mad at me?" I have to make sure.
I meet papà's eyes. "No. I could never be."
"So if I dyed all your white shirts pink you wouldn't be mad?" I joke to fill the silence.
A humorous smile just barely lifts his lips.
"Never."
We reach home in twenty minutes. I spent most of the time watching the trees through the window, catching up on the sights I've missed. Papà and I talk some more, joking around with each other.
When we reach home I can't help but feel like this is the first time I've walked in here in nine years.
I know I've been in here before but that didn't feel real. I was being told what to do, controlled. Now, I'm here by my own free will. Ish.
"Hey! Stop that." Papà grumbles at me, walking quickly to my side of the car.
"What?" I say quickly. What's wrong? Did I do something?
"I open your car doors. I am your papà. Stop that."
"Oh." I can't help but let out a short laugh.
"Ai! It's not funny." He tells me with a short smile, shutting my door for me. I can't help but squeal when her picks me up and carries me like I'm a newborn baby.
"Papà! I don't need carried!"
"Hush you little devil."
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Finding Him
Teen FictionBook Two Valerius Armani would do anything for his daughter. He'd even sacrifice his own life for hers. But every sacrifice come with a price and Eleonora Armani had to pay for it. Ten years have passed since Eleonora Armani watched her father get...
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