I stand there letting the hot water hit against my tense muscles from staying in one position for so long. I let the water drips from the hair to my face without wiping it off.

Everything seems to be going wrong again. The roller coaster I've been on still hasn't seemed to stop as I'm stuck at the bottom. I just want it to stop, I want this ride to come to a complete stop and for me to get off and try to have a stress free life.

My mother has tried calling me numbers of times but I've chosen to ignore them each time. Her texts would just read

*please call me* or *don't ignore your own mother.*

Funny, my own 'mother' would never say hurtful things to me like she has. I know I've made a mistake, I get that. But she didn't need to throw it in my face when if known it was my fault. She is supposed to comfort me and tell me everything will be okay, she doesn't do that. She likes to make sure I feel the guilt and hurt from my own mistakes.

I remember a couple weeks ago I told her that I will make mistakes and I will learn from them. I thought she understood.

I thought wrong.

Abby has called and texted a few times. She wonders if in alright but I easily lie and tell her I'm fine and I'm just spending time with my father. I'm not sure if she knows about what has happened, but if she does she hasn't pressured me into giving her more details about it and I mentally thank her for that.

I get out of the shower when I finish rinsing the conditioner out of my hair. I walk back into the room and grab the light flowing navy dress and leave my hair wet to let it dry naturally.

Leaving the room for what seems to be forever and going down stairs, I meet my father who sits in front of the flat screen with a large pizza box in front of him. When he looks at me he shuts the television off and places a slice of pizza on the glass plate as I sit down and He hands it to me

"Thanks." I tell him and he nods.

I look over at him and he folds the pizza in half, just like harry does. I hate how that everything I see or hear reminds me of him is some way.

I tried putting in my headphones last night to listen to music but every song seemed to remind me of him. The sad songs, the cute relationship songs, everything.

I push back away the memory of all of the things and take a bite of the extra cheese pizza.

"Extra cheese?" I ask allowed.

My father smiles as he swallows his food. "I've seen you at the mall months ago and you ordered this." What? "Don't worry, I didn't tell your mother." He adds.

I smile at him and I can't help but let out a small giggle. "Thanks, dad."

"She knows, though." I tell him as he takes another bite. He gives me a questioning look so I just decide to tell him. "A while ago, I ordered a pie when uh- harry came over and she walked in while we were eating."

The day seemed so long ago. It was the day that He found my small room of art, the day he sort of felt bad for treating me the way he used to. It was the day he slammed his fist of the table when I thanked him for saving me that night at the party. My mom told him to leave and she gave me a dirty look and told me I should have gotten a sale or something.

"Oh," he looks down at the carpet.

He probably feels upset for making me bring up the part about harry.

"It's okay, dad."

Now that I think about it, I never asked how he's been doing about the divorce.

"How are you?" I ask and his face looks at mine again. "With the divorce and all."

He shrugs, puts his empty plate on the table and folds his hands together.

"I don't blame your mother for wanting to divorce me." He looks at the ground again. "I made a mistake and now I have to deal with the consequences."

I'm not sure if that can relate to my situation or now. I've made a mistake my telling Harry I'm falling, helplessly falling in love with him, and now I have to deal with the consequence of him not talking to me. I probably scared him off, and I hate myself for it.

"I still love her, of course." He says. "I think I always will."

"Why'd you do it?" I wonder.

"I felt tempted to. The way Maria, the woman I had the affair with, the way she threw her self at me made it uncontrollable for me to stop. It was a temptation I couldn't resist."

Of course, a temptation.

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