Dude. I know some people might be thinking this is kind of stupid, but to me, I'm freaking excited! Playing With Fire is #281 on the Teen Fiction list! I don't know how it's happening, or what you guys are doing, but all I can say is thank you so much! I know it's pretty crazy considering I haven't gotten too many reads, but i'm greatful either way.
....Which is why....I've uploaded the next chapter one or two days earlier! Yes, this chapter is more of a filler, but there is some stuff in here that you do not want to miss. (: It's my way of saying thank you. I guarentee you, that if you show me the support, I'll upload everytime. It makes me so happy when I get these positive comments. Honestly, that's what gets me excited most. I love hearing what you have to say! So please, keep doing what you are doing (: Thank you!
I'll be uploading in one or two days because chapter three, my friends, is the chapter I have been waiting so long to write. (: Sooo...that means...stick around! <3
Okay, I'm gonna shut up now and let you read.
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Chapter 2
Paradise.
Palm trees, summer breeze, and rippling water.
Bliss, peace, and love.
Laying in bed the way I am now, with the rays of sun streaming across my blanketed body, paradise is where I am. Although I miss the feel of my own bed in Boston, nothing can compare to this feeling of security that is overwhelming my senses.
“Oh, good,” A voice interrupts my thoughts and I snap my head up, “You’re awake.”
“Hey dad,” I croak, propping my elbows on the mattress.
He gives me a soft smile and gently closes the door behind him. I watch wordlessly as he comes and sits on the edge of my bed.
He takes a quick look around the room and then brings his attention back to me.
“How are you doing?” He asks.
I release my elbows from its position and plop myself back in my bed with a small smile on my face.
Paradise.
“I’ve never felt this happy.” I reply honestly, starting directly at the ceiling.
“I’m glad,” Dad says, “I won’t have it any other way.”
For some reason, I can hear a little guilt in his voice. It feels like a brick on my back to know that he may never forgive himself for leaving me. Another part of me regrets making him feel this way by all the times I mercilessly hung up on him.
“Dad…” I turn my head to face him, “Stop beating yourself over this whole situation. It’s not your fault.”
He looks directly at me and gives me a sad smile, not saying anything in return.
I sigh and sit myself up, leaning against the headrest.
“What happened then—it’s in the past. You want to make up for not being there, and I want to make up for not letting you be there for me. The only way that’s ever going to happen is if we let go of before. I know that if I keep looking back on the way I treated you, I’ll beat myself for it. I’m here now, and I’m here to stay. Okay?”
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Action"Rule number one," He whispers, pulling back to look me right in the eye, "Never let your guard down." He flashes me a cunning smirk as I stare at him, stunned at what he had just done. Only, he makes a mistake of turning to see what everyone else a...
