"I'll see you later," Marissa said as she stepped out of my car. I smiled at her as she closed the door. She walked to her house door, turned back once to wave at me, then she disappeared behind the door. I let out a sigh and started driving back home. I was in no mood to hang out with my besties so we just had breakfast and lunch, then Stacy got a ride from Dave while I dropped Marissa off. They thought I was still angry at Harry, especially Marissa. I hadn't told them about what happened between the two of us, because to be honest, I was a bit annoyed with Harry. I hadn't totally forgiven him.
I was still angry at my dad though. I avoided eye contact with him as I walked into the house. "Bow-" my dad started saying but I flashed him a deadly glare and stormed off upstairs. I walked into my room, shutting the door behind me. My pajamas were still on since I didn't bother to change. I was wearing short Nike sport shorts and my Converse shirt from the night before. I laughed at the silly thought that my shirt and the walls were almost the same color. Curling up into a ball on my bed, I checked my Tumblr, Twitter, and Facebook notifications.
There was a knock on my door. I looked up to see my dad poke his head in. "Bow," he said sternly, but there was another emotion mixed in with it. I raised my brow up at him, confused by his tone of voice. All of a sudden he looked really upset. My chest tightened up. I sat up, patting the empty space in front off me for him to sit. He walked in, closed the door for privacy, then sat in front of me. "Bow, I wanted to say I'm sorry," he said, looking me straight in the eye. I heard myself let out a small gasp. Did he just apologize? To me!? Who was this man? "I realized yesterday I might have been a bit too harsh on you... not just for yesterday... but for a long time now." I was so confused, I didn't know what was happening. "After some events yesterday... For the first time yesterday... I realized what a terrible father I have been for you, and I just wanted to say I am so sorry, Bow. I am so sorry for all the hurt. You probably don't want to and won't even do it, but can I ask for your forgiveness?" There were tears sitting in his eyes.
"Daddy?" I croaked. My throat had a lump in it, my emotions mixing so much. But I was not angry. Not one bit. And it was starting to make me feel frustrated, but he had actually tried to reach out to me and be my father for once. I really didn't know how to react, but my body clung to him, hugging him close, spilling the sadness and rejection I held in my for years. He hugged me back, stroking my hair softly. I felt like a princess. Daddy's little princess.
We broke apart and he gave me a small kiss on my forehead. I smiled at him, still teary-eyed. "Also... I found out everything you said about Veronica was... true," he said, not able to look me in the eye this time. I tool hold of his chin, re-positioning his head so he would look at me. "She was cheating on me... so I kicked her out... And got a divorce finalized this morning..." I hugged him around the neck tightly. I was really happy to hear. That Veronica was the reason I could never connect with my father. Do you know how much of a witch she was?
When Veronica first came into the family, I was just starting to go to kindergarten. In an instant she showed her bad side to me when I would come home everyday from school. She was a terrible alcoholic who cared too much of her appearance. I was a small but very important obstacle in her way to my dad's money. So she would try to hurt me until my dad noticed bruises all over my arms. I told him about her and what she had done but he thought I just wanted attention. My brother was living with us at the time and he was thirteen. He's eight years older than me. He never liked Veronica. If it wasn't for things she said to my dad about Erik's girlfriend, Erik would still be with us. She told him lies, I know she did because she never met Jessica, Erik's then girlfriend and now wife. I still kept in touch. Anyways, Veronica also got a bunch of money and even cheated on my father. But he would never listen to me when I tried to tell him, and he pushed me away. But now he knows, and now he realizes all that he has done wrong.
"I forgive you Daddy," I silently whispered. We stayed like that for a long time, holding each other very close, afraid that if we let go, it would never happen again. My dad's phone started going off. We broke apart so he could check it. He excused himself and I smiled as I watched him leave, feeling something change in me. I felt a slight vibration from my bed. There were a few messages on my phone. All text messages from Harry, asking me to call him. I rolled my eyes, but let out a small giggle from how happy I was. I called him. I heard yelling on the other end so I said, "Hello? Harry?"
"Oh, Bow hi," Harry said, the volume f noise going down. Sounded like he might have been watching TV. "What's up Bow?"
"Oh, not much really," I sniffled from the events that occurred earlier. "Did you need something?"
"Um, I just wanted to hear your voice," he said. I pressed my lips into a tight, thin line. He was flirting with me, again.
"Harry, I just remembered some stuff I need to do, I'll call you later," I hung up and tossed my phone to the side. I didn't think Harry was my type, and his flirting was going to annoy me. Getting up from my bed, I walked out of my room to hear my father sounding so angry at the person on the other end.
"What do you mean she can't make it to the shoot?!? We need her!" he argued. Probably trouble with a client. There was a bit more bicker then he hung up. He sighed, clearly frustrated by what just happened.
"Daddy?" I said, hiding behind my door frame. It could get really scary when he was this angry. "Wh-what's wrong?" He looked up at me, his dark, angry eyes softening a bit.
"The model that was going to be in the shoot with the boys caught a virus and can't make it," he sighed. "I don't know what I'm going to do!" He leaned against the wall and sunk to the floor. "Who am I going to replace her with?" He was in deep thought, slowly zoning off.
"I will do it," I said quietly. He must have not heard me. "Dad. I'll do it." His head shot up to look at me. "I can be the model." He looked shock to hear me say that. He must have been remembering the time I told him I quit. I had quit because there were small bruises on my back at the time and didn't want anyone to see. They were from Veronica. Since the dressers were so persistent on helping me change I threw a fit and quit. That had been three years ago when I was fifteen. "I won't back down on you this time."
"A-Alright sweetie," he said hesitantly. Then he relaxed a bit and got up. "Can you be awake at eight tomorrow morning?" I nodded happily. He smiled and petted my head. I did a playful purr and meowed like I was a cat. We started laughing at my silliness. "Alright sweetheart, I have some work to do tonight...Have a night dinner..." He seemed a little lost on how to react. I don't think he knew how to be a father. I shooed him off and went downstairs to get something to eat then sleep.
When it was time to sleep, I snuggled into my bed and saw I had some text messages. All from Harry. Could he not leave me alone? 'Bow, I hear you are going to be joining us tomorrow, I'm looking forward to see you ;)' Ugh, everyone already knew? Oh well, maybe my dad had to tell Simon. And then Simon told the boys. 'I guess you are going to be modeling again.' I scrunched my nose up. I felt weird reading his texts. 'You're going to look so pretty ;)' I literally gagged. How was I supposed to respond? Truthfully I guess.
'Harry, that is so awkward...stop being weird... It's almost 12, go to sleep!' I hit send and then let out a shiver. Can't believe I even sent him a text. I snuggled all cozy into the blankets, declaring that I had just had a terrific day. No more Veronica, I got my dad back, and everything was fine. Until I got a text saying...
'Goodnight beautiful ;) xx'