Chapter 19: Yours

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❀Azalea❀

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❀Azalea❀

I spend two days thinking, well actually, trying not to think about things.

He's done exactly what I asked of him, and it warms my heart to know that he lets me have my time and space to think.

But I've thought enough and he's waited for me long enough.

If I hurt him as much as I thought I did, he wouldn't be apologizing to me, right?

It still doesn't change the guilt that sits with me but it doesn't matter about me, as long as he's happy.

I'm just me, nothing special. He's special.

I climb out the bathtub and wrap a towel around me. I drain out the now cold water from the hour long bath and mosey back into my room.

I pull on a pair of shorts and a hooded sweatshirt once I realize that it's rainy out today.

And as something different, I pull my hair back into a single French braid. I take a good three or four breaks, only now realizing how long my air actually is.

Once I finish, the braid reaches just to the middle of my back.

I confine my feet in my pair of basic white converse that are only worn in the winter and on rainy days.

I press my ear against my door, listening for any signs of Dad. When I don't hear any, I open it softly and walk quietly down the stairs.

I pass by him but thankfully he's still passed out from all the drinking he did last night. I could hear him up at three stumbling over furniture and turning the tv up loud.

I grab my keys off the hook and sigh in relief once I'm out.

I park near Grey's restaurant and get out carefully. Unlike every other day, I don't walk nearly as fast as I can to get to him.

Lord knows what'll happen when I see him. He may be mad at me for leaving him.

Over the past couple days, I think I've thought of every scenario.

And as I open the door, I turn just a little nervous.

My eyes meet Jai's and a concerned look takes over his face.

"Are you okay?" He asks, "you look sad."

For the first time in two days, I give a little smile.

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