Playing With Fire

Chapter One

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                                       Chapter One

Two words.

Dear.  

God.   

Here I am, standing in front of a crowd of searching faces—In Miami.

Don't get me wrong. I have absolutely no regrets leaving home. Although mom almost had a heart attack after nearly popping a vein out from all the yelling, I managed to hustle my way out of there with no sort of formal goodbye.

I just wish someone had told me that I'd be walking into a 'crowd' of hot civilians. It was as if there was an entirely different species. Ones that had sun kissed skin and chlorified hair.

Man, If ogling was a crime, I'd be charged.

"Can you hurry up?" Someone calls out, their tongue clicking, "People are waiting."

I turn around while taking my headphones off, eager to see what was making these glorified human beings so impatient. To my great dismay, I notice that the person who spoke is staring directly at me. 

A tall man, perhaps in his mid thirties, shoots me an expectant look, confirming my thoughts that he is, indeed, talking to me.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes before shoving my cart forward and setting slow pace. As the line begins to move along, I scan over the crowd of unfamiliar faces, my heart beating a mile a minute.

The thought of dad makes my stomach flop into a frenzy of nervous jitters.

Will he recognize me?

Better yet, will I recognize him?

After all, it has been many years since I've seen him.

Yet above all those wonders, what really pinches the back of my brain is if I'd be ready and willing to accept him or him, I. Physically, I feel okay knowing that I'm away from the danger I was facing not long ago. However, would trying to integrate myself into an already formed family even make sense?

I clench and unclench my fists, my mind going on a jitter of thoughts--from 'maybe he didn't show up' to 'he's probably right in front of your eyes'. My suspense was finally resolved when I met a pair of light blue eyes. Instantly, I'm bombarded with childhood memories. I remember him gently tossing me as a child in the air, while all I did was plaster a huge grin on my face and stare back into his big, round eyes.

It feels as if I'm that child again. His same eyes, the ones that were filled with the happiness I saw when I was younger, are now a mirror image—something I rarely saw when dad was with mom.

Despite my conflicting thoughts and nervous jitters, I feel a smile tug at the corners of my lips.

"Faye!" He hollers, waving his arms wildly in the air.