(Lyla's Point of View)
The way his eyes looked into mine, scared me. Just knowing that he's here, standing in front of me, caused chills to travel down my spine.
"You're not going to greet your own father after 3 years?" He asked smirking at me.
I groaned at him in frustration. "It's been 11, years dad. You couldn't even be here for one to show me that you're doing alright." I said with my eyes glued to the floor.
He grunted as he walked towards me which only caused me to back away from him. "Lyla, stop it. You're treating me like a total stranger. I'm your father!" He said as he looked at me in disbelief.
"Because you are a stranger! You haven't been here at all for me for 11 years! 11 years! Not once did you call to wish me a happy birthday in those 11 years. Not once, did you contact me to say that you were going to visit. Not once...did you say you loved me since the day you left. 4,015 are the number of days, you haven't seen me. And you expect me to call you a father...?"
I felt as if 2,000 pounds were lifted off my back. Releasing all of this anger I've collected for him over the years, to spill it out now feels amazing. It hurts for me to see him like he is, but he deserves it.
We both stood there in an akaward silence, not really knowing what to say to each other. But that quickly came to an end.
"I'm going out." I said looking up at him and going to grab my keys.
"Why's that?" He asked disappointedly, hurt all within his voice.
"To get away from you." I scoffed at him. I walked out of the front door to slam it shut after me. When I relaxed into the drivers seat, I just sat there unable to move.
Never would I have dreamt of this day. If one of my friends were to yell at their parents, they'd end up grounded. But not me. Mine act as if I don't exist. And then I end up feeling guilty inside, like it was all my fault. But then again, parents never like to admit that they're wrong.
I started the ignition and backed out of my driveway. I was halfway out until I heard someone scream. "Oh shit." I murmured to myself as I turned the car off and jumped out to see who I hit.
They started laughing? Why are they laughing-Oh, that's why.
"Hahaha I'm only playin with ya Lyla." He said with that drop dead gorgeous smile of his. My anger faded away till I realized why I was mad at him again.
"That's not funny Jack! I seriously thought you needed medical attention." I said standing there crossing my arms like a 5 year old.
He rolled his eyes at me and sighed coming up to me. "Sorry Z, I was only trying to get a laugh outta you." His voice sounded as if he was really hurt by what hes done. I looked up and him and gave him a small smile to feel better about himself.
"Ahh ha there she is." He said dragging out the 's' and pinching my cheek.
I blushed a little when his hand came in contact with my face. It just felt so, so right. 'No stop it, Lyla. You can't fall for him because he'll only hurt you.' I said to myself with a frustrated look on my face.
I jumped back into reality as soon as Jack poked me, asking me what I was doing. "Just, thinking." I said with a friendly smile.
"Aboutttt?" He asked with a smirk.
"Not about you, that's for sure." I said turning my back on him to walk towards my car. I was trying my hardest not to laugh right about now.
He groaned as he dropped to the floor, dragging himself towards my feet. "Just tell meee." With that he grabbed onto my legs and held onto dear life.
I grunted at him as I tried to shake him off. Lifting a 180 pound guy off of you isn't the easiest. Before I knew it he jumped up a little to grab my waist and pull me down on the ground with him.
"Are you crazy?" I said looking at him.
He shrugged his shoulders only to say, "Eh, just a little." He said with a smile.
I sighed as I placed my hands behind me to give me a little leverage.
"Wanna tell me what happened between you and your dad in there?" He asked breaking the comfortable silence that we were sharing.
"How do you know?" I asked staring at him with shock written all over my face.
"Let's just say, no dad really stands by his window and holds a picture of his family to his heart." He said pointing towards the master bedroom's window.
I groaned as I leaned back finding myself staring at the sky. "Let's just say, I got upset with him because he hasn't been apart of my life for the past 11 years." Im able to just blurt things out like this to Jack because I've known him longer than any other of the guys. And because we always tell each other things no one else would keep a secret of.
I know that I shouldn't be talking to him at all because of everything that he's done. But his advise is always the best. Call me crazy, but I'm with that.
"At least he never said goodbye." He said laying down beside me.
"What do you mean?" I asked turning my head to look at him.
"Do you know what goodbye means?" He asked awaiting an answer. I shook my head no, and signaled him to continue.
"If your father were to say goodbye, that would mean that he was going away. And going away means forgetting. But he never did any of that, did he." He moved his eyes and hands as he was speaking to get a better meaning out of it for me.
The way he persuaded me had my mind going 100 miles per hour. The true meaning behind all of this hit me like a train; and it was pretty unbelievable. I rose to my feet and held out my hands to help him up. I still stood there speechless.
"I must be right if you can't even talk." He said giggling at me. All I could really do was nod. "Go in there and tell him you're sorry. I'll see ya later Z."
He said walking back to his house after he pushed me to my front door. I sighed and turned the knob to see my dad standing there with his bags in his hands that he arrived here with. My excitement to tell him how sorry and wrong I was faded away when I saw his bags in his hands again.
"W-Where are you going? You just got back?" I stuttered eyeing him up and down.
He looked a little surprised to see me. I see why though. Who would expect to see someone coming back into the house and change moods within 45 minutes.
He cleared his throat before answering my question.
"Well, you obviously didn't want me here, so I was going to stay in a hotel until I had to leave to go back to Russia." He said shifting his feet nervously.
I just begain to laugh at him. But the laughing soon turned into tears as I walked towards him, embracing him. "No, stay." I said as I rested my head in the side of his shoulder.
It took him a few minutes to repay the action, but he did so. And he begain to laugh as well. "Of course." He said smiling.
Once we were done having our father daughter moment, I told him I was going out for real this time. All he did was nod approvingly and laugh.
I called up JJ and asked him to hangout at Taco Bell and he quickly agreed.
I said my goodbyes to my father and left the house to meet JJ.
Okay so, this is a pretty shit chapter. I'm sorry. Honestly chapters 1-12 are shitty so I mean. 💁 When I get to a pretty good point in the book, I'll go back to those chapters and edit them to make them longer and better.
Tell me how this book is so far? I keep wanting to delete it and start all over but then again I don't. I'm not so confident with how it's going but you guys are reading it not me.
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