*Let Me In - Chapter 4
What will happen between Kayla and her Dad? What will her Dad do?? Find out NOW! =D >>
Thank you guys for reading!
Dedicated to my lovely commenter's! Oh and my reader's of course =)
Taylor: Thank you! The romance will start after Jason leaves for Uni and she goes to College, where she will meet ... (enough said) LOL
But I am sure you wouldn't want her to be with Liam after... trust me, but you're questioning will come to a rest and your answers will be found very shortly. =) (I hope)
If you want me to speed, just say the word ;)
Esmeralda: Well here it is! I am sorry for the long wait... hope it was worth it and thank you for commenting. =)
Jenna: Aww thank you, that means a lot to me. Well the romance will start... (Read the comment I made beside Taylor's name) =) I hope I get there quick enough not to bore you guys.
Maria: Thank you! You are a great author yourself; well find out now what her Dad has to say... Oh and thank you, I do try but I hope it gets better 'coz this is the first time I am writing a story :S LOL
ENJOY! ^_^
I stood there, just a few feet away from my Dad. His posture was firmly in place as he stood beside my bedroom door. He must have regained a bit of soberness, although... he was still holding the side of the wall to gain his balance. I didn't know what to do or say, I just looked at him. He had his poker face on, I had no idea what he was thinking, and at least he didn't have a disgusted or disappointed look on his face. I broke his unbreakable gaze by trying to distract myself, I sighed loudly and looked down at my throbbing hand, nope not working, I was pretty much more aware of my Dad's presence.
I heard a quiet shuffling towards the doorway, it was coming nearer. I looked up from my hand to see my Dad taking a second step towards me, I immediately froze. My brain stopped functioning in that second; I didn't know whether to run or to take a step towards him too.
I looked down because that was the only thing I could possibly think and do at the time, until I saw his black shoes right in front of me. I thought 'Well I guess this is the way it will end for me huh? Goodbye Earth' I was trying to convince myself that may be it wouldn't be that bad. I thought otherwise as I felt a hard grin on my arm, I winced because it was the same arm that my sore hand was on. Though, it wasn't painful nor was the grip, it wasn't tight or agonizing. It was just the usual hard grip that my Dad would always have, when he was shaking hands or how he held me while twirling me round when I was younger. Even though it didn't hurt, I couldn't help but slightly flinch away from his touch. I shut my eyes tight embracing myself for what was about to come.
...Nothing, I waited, and still nothing. I slightly peeked through my lashes to see what had happened, or if it was that bad that I couldn't feel anything at all. I saw my Dad still holding my arm with a firm grip, he met my eyes. I frowned at his expression because I had no idea what it meant, he sighed loudly and let go of my arm reluctantly. He turned around and walked to where he had been standing a few seconds ago, although to me it felt as if hours had gone past. He turned around and gave me his final glance; he frowned so deeply that it had created a pucker between his brows. He sighed again and tuned round and strutted off downstairs.
I didn't understand, I was so confused, why hadn't he hit me? Or caused pain to me or at least verbally abused me? Maybe he wanted to... but he probably thought I wasn't worth his time. Maybe he couldn't be bothered anymore; maybe he thought that I was just a waste of space and that everything was my fault, it probably did in his world. Why didn't he say anything? I know he wanted to because his mouth kept on slightly parting but no words had escaped his lips. So many questions were racing in my mind that I had no retort to. I would have felt so much better if he had just hit me and got it over with. Now I had to go through the confusion and figure out the mystery behind his actions. Hmmff...
I hadn't realized but I was still standing beside the bathroom door for a very long time trying to figure out what my Dad's intentions were. All I could think was well... that was interesting...
I heard some clattering downstairs in the kitchen, but I didn't dare go down and cross paths with my Dad again. The first time round was perhaps his warning saying 'don't bother me again otherwise it would be worse next time...' I didn't know for sure but what else could it have meant.
He was probably 'trying' to cook himself dinner, he wasn't very superior at that. I was the one that cooked in this house; even though I wasn't the best at least it was satisfactory. Jason was actually way better than me but he was just lazy to do anything, his pretty much useless around the house unless it's something he is interested in and enjoys doing. It would be my lucky day if he actually came in the kitchen to help me, which I force or annoy him until he lends me a hand. Speaking of Jason ... He is probably still at Liam's having their 'boy' time.
I walked towards my bedside table and looked at the time, it was half past eight. Hmm already? Time must have flown by, I guess I must've stood for a very long time; well that was a pretty big shock. I had so many unanswered questions on my mind; I didn't even know how to phrase them out.
I took this opportunity to take my already worn clothes and placed them in the dirty laundry basket in the bathroom. Well... just by picking up the clothes from the floor made a huge difference, I sat on the bed and peeled the bandage that I had replaced the towel with and observed my sore palm. It looked a little better, I mean at least it wasn't bright red and the skin would heal overtime so just give it a few weeks and it would be fine.
I picked up my phone that I had left on the bed after speaking with Omar, ahh I would try calling him in the morning besides he just came home from the airport he's probably knackered. I went through my callings and redialed Angeline's number, I waited for a few seconds and the phone rang for a while before it reached her voicemail 'Hey!, Yes people you have now reached the world of Angie's now if you're trying to advertise then ... don't bother I am not interested ... But if you're a close friend or relative then... Hellooo my lovelies I am sorry I am not able to answer your call but if you leave a message then I would try getting back to you as soon as possible. Take care, God bless! Love you all!!'
Typical Angie, I laughed inwardly at her voicemail, it was so HER! But that was the reason why I loved her so I left her a message after the tone saying: 'Angie... Gal why haven't you been answering your phone? And why is your house deserted? Well ... get back to me quick because you know how impatient I am and I get worried about you, Love you babe.' I switched my profile to silent because I didn't want another confrontation from Dad, that wouldn't be very pleasant and the last one was probably his silent warning telling me to act as though I didn't exist.
I chucked the phone on the bed and rested my head on my plush pillow, with my feet half dangling on the edge of the bed. I let out a frustrated sigh and remembered I still had my jeans on which was not at all comfortable to sleep in. I got up with a huff and rummaged though my drawer to find my PJs. I changed into a short black shorts and a white T-Shirt. Ahh now that's more like it, more comfy so I can move about in, because I tend to fidget in my sleep yerh... weird. I looked the time and realized it was already 9 o'clock and Jason was still not back hmmf boys...
I let out a loud sigh and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out.
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(Narrator's POV)
What Kayla wasn't aware of was that she had forgotten to call Jason and let him know that she was already at home and he was on his way to Angie's house to see what had happened because she wasn't answering her phone. While Kayla was sleeping soundlessly on her comfy bed Jason was petrified for his sister's well-being and drove recklessly to Angie's house. Kayla's vibrating phone was two inches away from her touch, indicating that there was an incoming call from Jason...
To be continued...
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I am entirely, full heartedly sorry for the late post, I have had a lot and I mean A LOT of work on my plate lately. I mean it isn't easy, especially when now I am in a year that has constant work over load and exams 24/7. I have a Math's Exam tomorrow and yet I really tried writing a few pages for you guys to read. I know it isn't the usual amount I do but I did try to I hope you guys enjoyed reading... I would be so grateful if you guys could comment because your comments mean a lot to me! =D
Dedicated to my lovely commenter's! Oh and my reader's of course =)
Taylor: Thank you! The romance will start after Jason leaves for Uni and she goes to College, where she will meet ... (enough said) LOL
But I am sure you wouldn't want her to be with Liam after... trust me, but you're questioning will come to a rest and your answers will be found very shortly. =) (I hope)
If you want me to speed, just say the word ;)
Esmeralda: Well here it is! I am sorry for the long wait... hope it was worth it and thank you for commenting. =)
Jenna: Aww thank you, that means a lot to me. Well the romance will start... (Read the comment I made beside Taylor's name) =) I hope I get there quick enough not to bore you guys.
Maria: Thank you! You are a great author yourself; well find out now what her Dad has to say... Oh and thank you, I do try but I hope it gets better 'coz this is the first time I am writing a story :S LOL
ENJOY! ^_^
I stood there, just a few feet away from my Dad. His posture was firmly in place as he stood beside my bedroom door. He must have regained a bit of soberness, although... he was still holding the side of the wall to gain his balance. I didn't know what to do or say, I just looked at him. He had his poker face on, I had no idea what he was thinking, and at least he didn't have a disgusted or disappointed look on his face. I broke his unbreakable gaze by trying to distract myself, I sighed loudly and looked down at my throbbing hand, nope not working, I was pretty much more aware of my Dad's presence.
I heard a quiet shuffling towards the doorway, it was coming nearer. I looked up from my hand to see my Dad taking a second step towards me, I immediately froze. My brain stopped functioning in that second; I didn't know whether to run or to take a step towards him too.
I looked down because that was the only thing I could possibly think and do at the time, until I saw his black shoes right in front of me. I thought 'Well I guess this is the way it will end for me huh? Goodbye Earth' I was trying to convince myself that may be it wouldn't be that bad. I thought otherwise as I felt a hard grin on my arm, I winced because it was the same arm that my sore hand was on. Though, it wasn't painful nor was the grip, it wasn't tight or agonizing. It was just the usual hard grip that my Dad would always have, when he was shaking hands or how he held me while twirling me round when I was younger. Even though it didn't hurt, I couldn't help but slightly flinch away from his touch. I shut my eyes tight embracing myself for what was about to come.
...Nothing, I waited, and still nothing. I slightly peeked through my lashes to see what had happened, or if it was that bad that I couldn't feel anything at all. I saw my Dad still holding my arm with a firm grip, he met my eyes. I frowned at his expression because I had no idea what it meant, he sighed loudly and let go of my arm reluctantly. He turned around and walked to where he had been standing a few seconds ago, although to me it felt as if hours had gone past. He turned around and gave me his final glance; he frowned so deeply that it had created a pucker between his brows. He sighed again and tuned round and strutted off downstairs.
I didn't understand, I was so confused, why hadn't he hit me? Or caused pain to me or at least verbally abused me? Maybe he wanted to... but he probably thought I wasn't worth his time. Maybe he couldn't be bothered anymore; maybe he thought that I was just a waste of space and that everything was my fault, it probably did in his world. Why didn't he say anything? I know he wanted to because his mouth kept on slightly parting but no words had escaped his lips. So many questions were racing in my mind that I had no retort to. I would have felt so much better if he had just hit me and got it over with. Now I had to go through the confusion and figure out the mystery behind his actions. Hmmff...
I hadn't realized but I was still standing beside the bathroom door for a very long time trying to figure out what my Dad's intentions were. All I could think was well... that was interesting...
I heard some clattering downstairs in the kitchen, but I didn't dare go down and cross paths with my Dad again. The first time round was perhaps his warning saying 'don't bother me again otherwise it would be worse next time...' I didn't know for sure but what else could it have meant.
He was probably 'trying' to cook himself dinner, he wasn't very superior at that. I was the one that cooked in this house; even though I wasn't the best at least it was satisfactory. Jason was actually way better than me but he was just lazy to do anything, his pretty much useless around the house unless it's something he is interested in and enjoys doing. It would be my lucky day if he actually came in the kitchen to help me, which I force or annoy him until he lends me a hand. Speaking of Jason ... He is probably still at Liam's having their 'boy' time.
I walked towards my bedside table and looked at the time, it was half past eight. Hmm already? Time must have flown by, I guess I must've stood for a very long time; well that was a pretty big shock. I had so many unanswered questions on my mind; I didn't even know how to phrase them out.
I took this opportunity to take my already worn clothes and placed them in the dirty laundry basket in the bathroom. Well... just by picking up the clothes from the floor made a huge difference, I sat on the bed and peeled the bandage that I had replaced the towel with and observed my sore palm. It looked a little better, I mean at least it wasn't bright red and the skin would heal overtime so just give it a few weeks and it would be fine.
I picked up my phone that I had left on the bed after speaking with Omar, ahh I would try calling him in the morning besides he just came home from the airport he's probably knackered. I went through my callings and redialed Angeline's number, I waited for a few seconds and the phone rang for a while before it reached her voicemail 'Hey!, Yes people you have now reached the world of Angie's now if you're trying to advertise then ... don't bother I am not interested ... But if you're a close friend or relative then... Hellooo my lovelies I am sorry I am not able to answer your call but if you leave a message then I would try getting back to you as soon as possible. Take care, God bless! Love you all!!'
Typical Angie, I laughed inwardly at her voicemail, it was so HER! But that was the reason why I loved her so I left her a message after the tone saying: 'Angie... Gal why haven't you been answering your phone? And why is your house deserted? Well ... get back to me quick because you know how impatient I am and I get worried about you, Love you babe.' I switched my profile to silent because I didn't want another confrontation from Dad, that wouldn't be very pleasant and the last one was probably his silent warning telling me to act as though I didn't exist.
I chucked the phone on the bed and rested my head on my plush pillow, with my feet half dangling on the edge of the bed. I let out a frustrated sigh and remembered I still had my jeans on which was not at all comfortable to sleep in. I got up with a huff and rummaged though my drawer to find my PJs. I changed into a short black shorts and a white T-Shirt. Ahh now that's more like it, more comfy so I can move about in, because I tend to fidget in my sleep yerh... weird. I looked the time and realized it was already 9 o'clock and Jason was still not back hmmf boys...
I let out a loud sigh and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out.
*~*~*~*~*
(Narrator's POV)
What Kayla wasn't aware of was that she had forgotten to call Jason and let him know that she was already at home and he was on his way to Angie's house to see what had happened because she wasn't answering her phone. While Kayla was sleeping soundlessly on her comfy bed Jason was petrified for his sister's well-being and drove recklessly to Angie's house. Kayla's vibrating phone was two inches away from her touch, indicating that there was an incoming call from Jason...
To be continued...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I am entirely, full heartedly sorry for the late post, I have had a lot and I mean A LOT of work on my plate lately. I mean it isn't easy, especially when now I am in a year that has constant work over load and exams 24/7. I have a Math's Exam tomorrow and yet I really tried writing a few pages for you guys to read. I know it isn't the usual amount I do but I did try to I hope you guys enjoyed reading... I would be so grateful if you guys could comment because your comments mean a lot to me! =D
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