Stefan Salvatore's daughter ~ Miracle

67. My last day...

Gillian's P.O.V.

- Bye, Care. Thanks for tonight, I say and thank the blonde vampire who is walking out of my house.

- No problem. We should actually do more nights like this one. Just girls talking and eating junk food, laughs, Caroline which caused me to laugh back and nod. I'll see you tomorrow, tells me, my friend before waving but still smiling.

- Yeah, see you tomorrow, I tell her before she vamp-speeds away. I close the front door and walk up to my bedroom.

I enter my room while taking my ponytail off and lead myself immediately to the shower. It's needed after today. I wash my hair while staring at the wall, drowned in my thoughts... Sad thoughts. I sigh exhausted emotionally before getting out and enveloping my body in my towel. I walk out of the bathroom when I hear my phone ringing. I step up toward my bed to see that dad tried to call me five times already. I roll my eyes and was about to walk to my wardrobe when it rings again. Damon... I shake my head and let the call be to go put on my pyjama. I grab a baggie shirt and put it on when my phone rings again. If they keep going, it's going to start being blackmail... I take it and hang up immediately on my father again. I need music... I walk up to my stereo and put on some music in a low volume. I just need some noise in the background. Suddenly, my phone rings again but it isn't a call. I look it up and see that dad left me a voicemail. Can't he just leave me one night to breath and deal with everything? It's choking me up! I press on the voicemail to listen to it.

- Hey, baby, I know you're mad at us but please, answer the calls so we can know that you're alright. I love you, says, the voicemail. I sigh and look at the screen. I guess I don't have a choice. I roll my eyes and call back my father. A single bip echoed in my ear before he answers.

- Gillian! Calls me, dad after answering. However, I stay silent on the phone. Gillian?

- What? I'm breathing if that's what you want to know, I answer with an upset tone.

- I... Yes. That's what I wanted to know, he answers, kind of sounding sad. I mean technically he can't because his emotions are still off but he is more and more in control each days which allowed him to express some feeling without really feeling them.

- Mmh, well, goodbye, I say rapidly. I was about to hang up when I hear my father talking. It's weird, I can't hear the motor of the car in the background.

- No, wait, Lilou, Please... I stay on the phone, my thumb above the hanging button, waiting for him to talk. Hum... Can we talk a bit?

- I think we already says it all, didn't we? I respond annoyed and upset.

- No, I mean. Other than what we argued about today, I look down at I play with the top of my blanket. How are you, baby? How was your night with Caroline? I close my eyes as I miss my father. But I'm still so upset with him...

- Fine, is all I answer.

- What did you both do? He questions as he seems to sounds... I don't know but he just sounds like he wants to talk to me.

- We ate pizzas and talk, I reply, still with the same tone.

- Good... Good, replies, my father. I sigh and get up from my bed to go to the window. I lean on it so I can feel the fresh breeze of the night on my face. Hum... Do you miss school, baby? I roll my eyes and shake my head, annoyed. He is really making small talks...

- Mmh, is all I answer. I hear my father sighing on the other end of the phone. Where's Damon? I can't hear him.

- Gillian, I'm trying to make it better. I really am, please, just... Talk to me a bit. I'm far and I miss my daughter crazily, he tells me, sounding slightly upset but mostly disappointed that I don't answer what he was expecting.