brief hug. A brief few seconds I could smell him and take him in. A brief few seconds that gave me nothing but a few seconds to think about how much I just wanted to stay right here a little longer. A brief few seconds that showed me he was no where near as arrogant as he first appeared to be. God, what is happening to me?
I pulled away slowly as I smiled, “I’ve got to go.”
Before he could stop me or say something else, I darted out the door and when I found safety in my truck, I couldn’t help but grin like a complete idiot. If this was what it felt like to truly smile again then I will take it and I’ll smile my little heart out.
To not see Dad’s vehicle in the driveway feels like the biggest blessing in disguise and I take advantage of that to run through the wooden red door and to my room. After a quick shower, I’m relaxed on my bed wondering if Cole is thinking about me. Yes, I’m that big of a sap but then I keep remembering that Trey told me Cole doesn’t date. Just because I have the hots for him doesn’t mean I want to date him though. Maybe we could just sleep together but then, I don’t do that without commitment. Cole doesn’t seem like the kind I could sleep with and leave, he’s the kind who could completely break you. He’s the kind you want to be around and possibly even love someday. He’s more than he’s leading himself to be. I’m not the kind of girl who throws it to whoever is out there. Marsh was the only guy I’ve ever been with. He was the only guy I ever planned on being with forever but things change.
Just as my eyelids are starting to get heavy, my phone starts ringing. I don’t recognize the number but I find myself answering anyway. “Hello?”
“Samantha,” the weary voice replied. The noise in the back was loud and I almost couldn’t understand him when he said, “This is Nate down at Janie’s Lounge, I’m sorry to call you but your Dad has had quite a bit to drink and well, is there any way you can come get him?”
“Yeah Nate, I’m on my way.” As I clutch the phone in my hand, I can’t help but be seriously aggravated and I mean why shouldn’t I be? He’s irresponsible and a damn drunk.
I cringed at Nate’s words but knew being the good daughter I am, this was pretty much my obligation. The whole way I drove there I felt numb. He’s a damn cop for crying out loud. I shouldn’t have to do this but I bite my tongue and try my best to forget any of this is happening.
The minute I walk into Janie’s, the smoke instantly fills my lungs and I know I will definitely be taking another shower when I get home. I already smell as if I’ve smoked several packs of cigarettes and I don’t smoke at all. It’s something I tried once when I was in high school and the gag reflex was enough to discourage me for life. The jukebox is blasting some tunes from the 70’s and it doesn’t take long before I spot my Dad half passed out on the bar. His body is slouched over, his head not quite resting on the actual wood topping of the bar. He’s awake, not totally incoherent but I know this is going to be a struggle.
“Samantha thank you so much for coming down here. I’m so sorry to bother you but well you see him. Is everything ok at home? He keeps talking about Christy.” Poor Nate looked tired and if he had to put up with Dad, I fully understand. He offered a smile showing his teeth, or lack there of. He really is a sweet man though. I return the smile trying to act like this isn’t fazing me when really it’s continuing to screw my whole world up.
I do see him. And I’m a little, no very embarrassed to admit that I know this man. I offer a smile to Nate and let him know things are good at home even though they aren’t. I almost want to know what he said about my mom but I hold that part back. It takes almost four grown men to help get him into my truck. I didn’t even bother buckling him in. If anything, I almost
I pulled away slowly as I smiled, “I’ve got to go.”
Before he could stop me or say something else, I darted out the door and when I found safety in my truck, I couldn’t help but grin like a complete idiot. If this was what it felt like to truly smile again then I will take it and I’ll smile my little heart out.
To not see Dad’s vehicle in the driveway feels like the biggest blessing in disguise and I take advantage of that to run through the wooden red door and to my room. After a quick shower, I’m relaxed on my bed wondering if Cole is thinking about me. Yes, I’m that big of a sap but then I keep remembering that Trey told me Cole doesn’t date. Just because I have the hots for him doesn’t mean I want to date him though. Maybe we could just sleep together but then, I don’t do that without commitment. Cole doesn’t seem like the kind I could sleep with and leave, he’s the kind who could completely break you. He’s the kind you want to be around and possibly even love someday. He’s more than he’s leading himself to be. I’m not the kind of girl who throws it to whoever is out there. Marsh was the only guy I’ve ever been with. He was the only guy I ever planned on being with forever but things change.
Just as my eyelids are starting to get heavy, my phone starts ringing. I don’t recognize the number but I find myself answering anyway. “Hello?”
“Samantha,” the weary voice replied. The noise in the back was loud and I almost couldn’t understand him when he said, “This is Nate down at Janie’s Lounge, I’m sorry to call you but your Dad has had quite a bit to drink and well, is there any way you can come get him?”
“Yeah Nate, I’m on my way.” As I clutch the phone in my hand, I can’t help but be seriously aggravated and I mean why shouldn’t I be? He’s irresponsible and a damn drunk.
I cringed at Nate’s words but knew being the good daughter I am, this was pretty much my obligation. The whole way I drove there I felt numb. He’s a damn cop for crying out loud. I shouldn’t have to do this but I bite my tongue and try my best to forget any of this is happening.
The minute I walk into Janie’s, the smoke instantly fills my lungs and I know I will definitely be taking another shower when I get home. I already smell as if I’ve smoked several packs of cigarettes and I don’t smoke at all. It’s something I tried once when I was in high school and the gag reflex was enough to discourage me for life. The jukebox is blasting some tunes from the 70’s and it doesn’t take long before I spot my Dad half passed out on the bar. His body is slouched over, his head not quite resting on the actual wood topping of the bar. He’s awake, not totally incoherent but I know this is going to be a struggle.
“Samantha thank you so much for coming down here. I’m so sorry to bother you but well you see him. Is everything ok at home? He keeps talking about Christy.” Poor Nate looked tired and if he had to put up with Dad, I fully understand. He offered a smile showing his teeth, or lack there of. He really is a sweet man though. I return the smile trying to act like this isn’t fazing me when really it’s continuing to screw my whole world up.
I do see him. And I’m a little, no very embarrassed to admit that I know this man. I offer a smile to Nate and let him know things are good at home even though they aren’t. I almost want to know what he said about my mom but I hold that part back. It takes almost four grown men to help get him into my truck. I didn’t even bother buckling him in. If anything, I almost
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