It was really dark by the time I got home, my eyes were still sore from all the crying, my cheek were tear-stained and I was exhausted. I powdered my cheeks before I went in, I'm not a makeup person but I don't want my aunt to think I'm having a hard time. It'll break her heart. And especially not when she's has so much on her plate.
I open the front door and enter the living room, it was dark. My aunt must've gone to sleep and switched all the lights off. I drop the keys in the key basket, just as I am about to go upstairs and to my room when the light turns back on. There she is, my aunt on the couch, sitting cross-legged, arms folded and an eyebrow raised at me "and where have you been?" she demands
"Not now Aunt, it's been a long day. I want to go to bed" I drag myself towards the stairs when she stands up "no, you are not going anywhere until you explain, young lady" she raises her voice
I groan loudly. Great, just when I wanted some peace, I get the 'young lady'
"That is not the attitude you should be giving to me after you return home late at night and without any notice" she scolds
"it's 9o clock right now!" I exclaim.
"Florence Anne Walker, don't you roll your eyes at me. I've been worried sick, the school called in and said that you skipped school. Care to explain what in the world happened?" she asks
"You know I would love to but you see I'm exhausted. So.... later!" I try to sprint to my room but my aunt sticks her foot out and I trip over it.
I sigh and slowly get up I look at my aunt wide-eyed, putting a hand on my heart I dramatically gasp "how could you trip your one and only niece? After all we've been through, is that how you treat me?" I wipe my fake tears
My aunt rolls her eyes and pushes me on the couch "sit and talk"
"Its nothing just teenager stuff" I spoke vaguely, as I sat with my arms crossed
"Florence......" she said with a warning tone
"Alright. Fine! Its just not the same without dad. Even though he wasn't around these past few years at the end of the day I always thought of him, when I'll go visit him in the hospital, I used to talk about everything and nothing although he didn't get half the stuff, I was blabbering about his presence was enough to provide me the comfort I looked for after the long, days I'd go without seeing him. And suddenly he's gone, out of our lives. Though I already was well aware of his mental condition but I thought it was better to have him there physically than not at all. And then that happened it was so scary and unbelievable for me when I heard it on the news. I mean he was well and breathing one minute and the next moment he was not. I just wish I had said my final goodbye to him." I sigh out
My aunt puts her arm around my shoulder and squeezes it tightly "oh Florence, I know. I know but even if he's not in our lives anymore, in your memories and heart he's still alive. Forever. Nothing's going change the fact he loved you with all his heart and forever will." she smiles
"Yeah, I know, that line was such a cliché though" I smirked
"Yeah, I heard it after saying it" she cringes, we laugh
"So, you up for some F.R.I.E.N.D.S? Lift our crappy moods?" she asks
"You bet I am" I wink.
"Hey, if you need a therapist, you know someone you need to talk to and get something out of your chest. I can look someone up." She offers
"No, that's all right almost all shrinks turns up to be murderers so no thanks" I deadpan.
"Firstly, that's a stereotype. And secondly, what kind of novels have you been reading?! The silent patient is a great mystery novel but not a good influence you know. Is that where you've been getting these ideas? Huh?" She inquires.
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Abomination | (Part 2)
Teen FictionFlorence Walker, after losing her dad, she is hit with a shock and is adamant about finding the truth behind her father's suspicious death, and won't stop until she gets behind it. Her friends are taking upon the journey along with her, finding shoc...
