Love, Drugs and My Dad's Bestmate! (WATTY AWARDS)

Chapter Thirty: Past coming back

Hey guys, can i just say that im super sorry for taking actual months to update this story. I really am, i understand if you've stopped reading/unfanned me or anything but i've just been going through a rough patch lately and really haven't had time. If I'm being honest, i completely forgot about Wattpad for a while and focused more on my life. So if your still reading, THANKYOU! But i understand why some people wont be. Anyways, here's chapter thirty and hope you all can accept my very heartfelt apology cause i love everyone that reads my stories, i really do, the support it amazing, Thank again! :-)

After trying to get to sleep for at least four hours I finally must have. I could feel the sun hitting my face as i woke up and it instantly lightened my mood. I opened my eyes and looked around admiring the tidy room my dad had done while i'd been away and couldn't help but wonder if had looked through my stuff that was here. There wasn't anything personal here anyways so it didn't bother me if he had.

I arose from my bedroom and stood on the landing. Instantly, the smell of cannabis hit me. First, the feel of disappointment shot through my body. And then anger. I took a few minutes to think about it and realised how much my dad was doing for me and maybe the occasional joint wasn't too bad. I was still proud of him for trying as hard as he was.

I couldn't help but think about Tyler. I sauntered past his room and glanced in. The bed was made, the room was tidy. He wasn't in. I took a step forward and pushed the door open slightly, hoping it wouldn't make a terrible creaking noise. I edged inside and looked around, my dad must of tidied everything up, it was so spotless. Tyler's smell filled the air and for some reason made me smile. I noticed his bracelet on his bed side cabinet and took it in my grasp.

Staring down at it while the light from the window made it glisten, I couldn't help but feel so pathetic. So used and unwanted. But yet, I couldn't keep away from him, i'd been thinking about him all night and as soon as I woke up, he was the first thing on my mind. I slid the bracelet over my fingers and let it hang perfectly on my wrist. It was black with a barbed wire effect and tiny white peace signs going around the lace fixated on the leather plaque. I ran my thumb over it and smiled.

'Crystal!' my dad called from downstairs. Shit, shit, shit, hes gonna know I'm in Tyler's room.

I ignored him and quitely slid out of the room and darted silently down the hallway, over to the bathroom.

'Crystal, you up?' he called again.

'Erm, yeah dad! I'm just brushing my teeth.'

'Okay sweetie, do you want breakfast?'

'Not yet dad, I'm not a very eat-in-the-morning kinda person.' I said back humorously and grabbed the tooth brush to actually brush my teeth.

'Alright let me know.' he replied, meaning I should tell him when I was hungry.

I smiled at the thought of him making me breakfast, just like when I was little. Maybe my life was getting better after-all. I mean, yeah. I'd been used by some guy I thought I was in love with, but i'll get over him. Just like i got over my dad leaving, my mum being a drug addict, my mum dying and then having to move here. Somehow though i don't think this was going to be an easy subject to get over. I know what your all thinking.. 'You think its easier getting over the loss of your mother than some guy that's used you?' And i know, its stupid. But i lost my mother years ago when she let the drugs take over. It wasn't instant, i knew it was going to happen. But this time, i really thought it was real.

While standing there, looking in the mirror at my reflection, toothbrush in my mouth i heard the front gate creak and footsteps on the patio slats. My eyes widened and my mouth mimicked it, dropping the tooth brush in to the sink.