Make it until June (Completed)

Chapter Three

"Justine." Dad suddenly rushed to me and grabbed me in a bear hug. "My baby girl" His voice broke on that and I could hear it when he broke down and cried. He was still holding me tight. I held onto him as well. I could feel the tears falling. I am so confused. This is not the way someone would act if they never wanted you. If they left just to get away from you. I don't understand. Doubt starts to enter my mind. What if she lied? It wouldn't be the first time.

I'm not sure how long we stood like that. Just holding each other and crying. Soon I heard a car coming down the driveway, reluctantly I pulled back wiping the tears off my face. Looking over I recognize Ferg's car. He comes to a stop and gets out.

"So... I realized that I forgot to give you your bag." He sheepishly says. "I'll grab it for you." He walks to the trunk and takes it out as Dad and I walk over to him. Trying to gather our composer. Closing the trunk Ferg hands dad my bag. I'm starting to feel like I'm not allowed to have it. First David took it, now Ferg and Dad.

"Thanks Ferg."

"No problem Gary." Ferg went back to the drivers side "See you tomorrow Jussy." He waved as he backed out of the driveway.

"Jussy?" Dad looks at me lifting his eyebrow.

"I have no Idea, he just started calling me it. Something tells me it's not going away." I reply

"Let's get you inside. I want to show you something." Dad said. He lead me into the house. Inside was cozy, the living room was in neutral beige and browns, from the paint to the rug and furniture. Hell he even had matching throw pillows on the couch and chairs. We went down the hall and I could make out the kitchen at the back of the house. He turned into a room that resembled a nursery with a twin bed in it. The walls were a soft pink, with zoo animals as a border and a jungle theme mural on one wall. There was a chair and ottoman in one corner and a small dresser under the window on the far wall. A small closet caught my eye, mainly because there was a small mountain of presents in it. My dad caught me staring at the closet and dropped my bag on the bed before coming over.

"They are for you. I bought you presents every Birthday and Christmas. I didn't know how to get them to you so I collected them here in the hopes that one day I would find you and bring you home." He said softly.

"But you left, mom told me that you didn't want me and you left us because she decided to keep me instead of aborting me." I sobbed. I was starting to feel like all I do since I arrived is cry. What happened to the walls I built to shield me from the world. "I-I don't get it"

"Sweetheart," Dad turned me so I was facing him. His hands warm on my shoulders. "I have always wanted you. I didn't leave you Justine, your mom took you and disappeared when you were 3 months old. This is your home, where you came home from the hospital, Where you would fall asleep while I held you pacing the floor." Tears were running down his cheeks but his voice was strong. "I love you baby girl, I have always wanted you. Always. I stayed here in this house just in case you would find yourself back here. I have had the same phone number so that your mother would still be able to call. I never gave up."

"H-how did you find me?" I asked. I am seriously going to need to find some tissues soon before I am a disgusting mess.

"Your mom called me last night and told me that she needed you to come stay with me for a while. I told her that I would book you a seat on the first flight out in the morning, just in case she changed her mind. I wasn't taking any chances." He smiled at me.

"So you want me to stay?"

"Yes baby girl I really do." He pulled me into a tight hug. My heart felt like it was going to crush me. He reluctantly let go and wiped his face with his sleeve chuckling.