Nineteen Days Later

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Dad's P.O.V.

Still no talking. Jamie has completely avoided me. She also has refused to go to school.

We don't talk. I try, but miserably fail.

The only time she ever communicates with me, is by leaving notes on the fridge.

Day by day, the same process. But today something unusual happened.

As I walked to the fridge I noticed something strange in the words written. They were unusual words. Foreign. For this place we were in right now, these words were outsiders.

The words simply said, "We need to talk."

No, really? We need to talk? Definitely did not see that coming!

Sorry, sarcasm is my second language. It is encrypted in my talking.

I go up to her bedroom door and knock. Unlike the other, past days, today it opens.

She walks back over to her bed and sits down. She pats on the bed for me to sit down as well.

I follow. I keep my distance, not knowing what to expect.

I would be completely ecstatic if she lashed out on me right now, simply because this is what I had asked for- talking.

She didn't lash out at all, but her voice sounded like steel. Calm, composed, collected, steel.

I prefer the anger over this.

"I am not going back to my school. I would like to go to a new one."

Excuse me? What?

"What?" I say, confusion evident in my words.

She looks down, I can tell she doesn't want to talk to me and is only doing this because it is absolutely necessary.

"People will ask questions. I don't feel like talking about that stuff. Just get me to a new school."

The bitter is very evident in her voice. So is the demand, this isn't a choice or an option for me. It's a more 'my way or highway', so I say the only thing possible.

"I'll talk with Emily."

"Thank you." She mutters, almost too quiet to be heard.

I walk out of the door, wanting to avoid the awkwardness that would follow.

I walk into the living room to clear my head.

The doorbell rang.

Who could that be? Hmmm... Lol and just two more chapters and then I'm sorry to say, but the good boy turns bad.. Or back to normal, you could say. Sorry whoops! I was supposed I keep my mouth shut! Dang it! Oh well :p

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