Just Hold Me

Chapter: 2

My dad hasn't talked to me since yesterday.

We keep dodging each other.

To be honest, this is getting on my nerves.

What I did didn't kill anyone. No one died. I'm not going to jail.

Everything is fine.

I don't see why he felt the need to yell at me like that.

Today, I was calmly going through my Facebook page when there was a light knock on my door.

Slowly, he walks in the room.

He has a plate of breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and a pancake.

"Good morning," he says quietly.

I set my computer aside but don't say anything.

"I thought we could talk."

I find myself nodding. "Okay."

He hands me my plate and sits beside me. "Emily," he says, sounding a little guilty. "I have to apologize for what I said yesterday. It was very rude and harsh. I should have never acted that way."

He waits for me to say something.

"It's okay," I mumble.

After watching me as I slowly eat a piece of bacon, he clears his throat.

"I called your mother last night. I told what happened. And she has agreed to watch you for the summer."

Thank goodness, I just swallowed my piece of bacon or I would've spit it all over him.

"What?" I snap.

He doesn't look at me. "You leave for California tomorrow morning. She will pick you up from the airport. Everything will be fine."

I am trying my very best not to punch him in the face right now.

How could he send me to my mom?

Is he even thinking?

"I suggest you start packing," he says after a moment of silence. "Be ready to leave by eight tomorrow."

And with that, he stands up and leaves my room.

Leaving me, with a plate full of stuff.

I'm seriously so mad right now.

Like I mentioned before, I hate my mom.

I don't want to spend a whole summer with her.

Especially when we haven't talked in years.

I mean, it's kind of my fault.

But, still.

Angrily, I get up and start packing.

Throwing everything I see in my suitcase.

My neon pink and green bikini, one of my laptops, one of my phones, and a bunch of jewelry and shoes.

With absolutely no space for any of my clothes.

Okay, maybe I don't need all this jewelry.

But I will need a ton of makeup.

I take out all of my shoes and necklaces and start putting in some of my clothes.

I still kind of remember how hot it was in California.

Over ninety degrees all the time. Beaches everywhere.

It's beautiful.

But there's no way I'm spending it with my mother.

I'll find a way to check into a hotel room. I'll have enough money.