𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬

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I played with the edge of my quilt on my bed. I'd tried to call my dad several times, but he must've been busy, because the call went straight to voicemail. I didn't feel like this was something I could leave in a message.

Katsuki hadn't said a time to meet out at the fence. It was midnight now. Everyone was asleep. But Katsuki's room was dark as well. I clutched my phone close and lay down, waiting for his text or for my dad to call me back.

The next thing I knew, a ray of sunlight was shining in my eyes. I sat up and looked at the clock on my nightstand. Crap, I was going to be late for my first day back to work. I searched my bed for the cell phone and found it wrapped in the covers. The screen was blank, no missed texts. He must've fallen asleep as well last night. Or maybe he had been out with Mina.

On the way down the hall, I poked my head into my dad's room. He was out cold. I resisted the urge to wake him up, make him talk. But I was already late. It would have to wait a little longer. It had waited years, apparently; what was a few more hours?

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"Y/N. Welcome back." Nemuri gave me a hug. "Did you have fun?"

"It was nice."

"You look like you got some sun."

"Beach running."

"Ah. If only I could be in as good shape as you are."

"What are you talking about, Nemuri? You could kick my trash any day of the week."

Nemuri laughed and swatted her hand through the air.

"I'm going to change."

In the backroom, I slipped into my work clothes. They felt comfortable now, even normal. Maybe it was my body I was more comfortable with. My body that I'd been trying to hide behind baggy clothes for years. I was bigger than other girls- taller, stronger- but that wasn't a bad thing.

I came back out and didn't see him at first, standing in the corner. Not until Nemuri nodded her head to the side. I looked at Awase. He checked the price tag of a necklace on a mannequin.

"Hey, Awase."

He turned and smiled, his eyes lighting up with sparkles. "You're back and you didn't even call me."

"I was so tired yesterday. Sorry." I looked at Nemuri and she nodded, seeming to read my mind. "Do you want to talk in the back for a minute?"

"Sure."

I led him to the stockroom. "Do you want something to drink? There's water."

"No. I'm good." He shoved his hands in his pockets.

"We need to talk," we both said at the same time.

He laughed. "Go ahead."

"No, you go first."

"Okay." He looked at the ground then back up to me. I suddenly remembered what he had tried to talk about before I left for basketball camp: our relationship. He opened his mouth.

"I better go first," I blurted out.

He laughed. "Sure."

"I'm. . ." Wow, this was hard. I'd never done this before, and I felt bad. I didn't want to hurt him, but at the same time, I knew I couldn't be with him. My heart just wasn't in it, and that wasn't fair to him. Between the supposedly huge secret I needed to pry out of my dad and my feelings for Katsuki, I couldn't string Awase along like this. "I'm in a weird place."

He seemed to sense what was happening and his entire demeanor changed. His eyes became guarded. "Are you breaking up with me?" He seemed shocked. Like this had never happened to him before.

"I. . ." Had we been together? "Yes. I'm sorry. I need to figure things out. Maybe in a few months, when I'm in a better place. . ."

A booming voice sounded from the main room and Awase turned around. "What was that?"

"I don't know." I listened and the voice came back, angry. "Oh no. It's my dad."

"Your dad?"

I ran down the hall but paused right before the sales floor, wanting to know what he was upset about before barreling in.

"She's sixteen years old," he said.

I couldn't hear Nemuri's response.

"I did not give her permission to do this! You should not have let her!"

Denki must've told him about my makeup sessions. I needed to get out there and smooth things over. Only when I entered the room, still unnoticed by either my dad or Nemuri, I saw how my dad really found out. He held- and was angrily waving- the ad from the bridal store in Nemuri's face. Oh no.

And now I could finally hear her. "This is not my ad, sir. You're going to have to ask your daughter about this."

"But she did this makeup stuff for you, too."

"Yes. She got permission from your wife."

I tried to open my mouth to interject, but before I could, my dad spit out, "My wife is dead!"

I gasped, and both he and Nemuri turned toward me. Dad's eyes were a blazing, crimson read. His hair was slightly lifting up in his rage.

"Y/N, we are leaving. Now," he growled, then marched out the door.

I could feel Awase over my left shoulder, breathing. He was probably glad he was on his way out of my life after that.

In front of me, Nemuri just stared. She looked hurt and angry. I guess I wouldn't have to quit now. Nemuri would ask me to leave.

"I'm so sorry," I said, my voice quieter than I intended.

She looked to the door, where my dad had left. "You'd better go."

I nodded, unable to find any excuse to make this better, and I followed after my dad.

He paced in front of his police car. I headed for the car I'd driven.

"NO," he said, and pointed to the passenger side.

"But. . ."

His bloodshot eyes grew brighter and pointed again, more forcefully, so I climbed in. The police radio was in the middle of a broadcast, and he turned it down and started the car. "We need to talk."

"I'm sorry. She asked me about Mom, and I didn't want to tell another person that she was dead. I didn't want her feeling sorry for me. I wasn't thinking. It was stupid."

He backed out of the parking spot and started to drive.

"I didn't know the bridal store was going to put out that ad. If I'd known, I would've asked you if it was okay."

My dad pulled into a parking lot at the beach, turned off the car, and then stared through the front window at the ocean. He wasn't talking, and that was unnerving. I waited for him to explode like he had in the store, but he just sat there, eerily calm. Probably because I was confessing everything without him having to say a word. And there was something else I needed to confess, something I'd been in denial about, something I'd been running from for years. I was done running. I heard it come out of my mouth and hang in the air before I even thought about how I was going to word it: "I want to know about what happened the night Mom died."