Eleven

fourty five.

i never lie to my father.

and i technically didn't, i just left some things out.

like how we went to the beach on the intent on skinny dipping or why we did go out in general. it was just too complicated to explain.

he just wouldn't understand.

i just told him that we were getting sick of the hospital so we decided to go to the beach. we wanted to take a swim, but didn't bring swimsuits, so we ended up in our underwear.

that was pretty much the truth but it sounds more innocent.

after our talk, i finally got him to leave, assuring him i was fine.

i needed to find dallas though and not only make sure he was alright but thank him as well.

so i got out of my hospital bed and went to the roof, pushing open the door.

and there he was. feet dangling over the edge with a cigarette in his mouth.

"your not gonna jump are you." i said.