The Path to Choose

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  • Published: 24 Jan 2013
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A girl named Haley has had trouble her whole life with everything. Her life only seems to be getting worse, and she doesn't know how to turn it around. Will she turn it around? If so, how?


16. The truth of apologies

"Who the hell is this?" My dad yelled, making me jump a little.

"Wha- what?" I ask, not understanding what was going on.

"I said, who the hell is this?"

I looked over at Jake, and he looked terrified.  He was white as a ghost.  I understood though.  My dad wasn't a small man.  He was tall and lean with big muscles.  He could scare anyone.

"Haley?" My dad said fiercely.  He had reached us now, and he stopped in front of me. "Answer me."

"This is my friend, Jake." I said, feeling so small compared to my father.

He looked Jake over, and he looked like he was going to rip his throat out.  "What were you two doing?"  He asked, turning back to me.  

"He was walking me home."  This was all so weird.  My parents hadn't cared about me at all since Timothy had died.  Why was Dad blowing up all of a sudden?

"Get in the house. Both of you.  We have some discussing to do."

Jake glanced over at me, and I looked at him apologetically.  I walked into the house and took off my shoes.  Jake did the same, and we waited for my dad to come into the house.

"Go to the living room, boy." He said, glaring at Jake.  "Haley, go to the study.  I'll be right there."  

I gave Jake one last look and walked off down the hall.  I didn't like leaving him there alone, but I couldn't really do anything.  I walked into my dad's study and shut the door.  The study was where my dad did a lot of his work.  It was full of bookshelves, and it had a desk with a computer on it.  I took a seat in one of the plump chairs and waited.

Pretty soon, my dad opened the door and stepped inside.

"Where's Jake?" I asked as he shut the door.  He looked at me for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to answer me.  

"You're mom is talking to him."

"Why?  What is this all about?"

"Be quiet, Haley."  He said walking over to the chair across from me.  I clenched my jaw as he took a seat.  "Where were you this afternoon?"

"I was at the school."

"With that boy?"


"I thought you were with your aunt?"

"How did you know about that?"

"Because she told us."

I studied him for a minute.  I was so angry at the moment.  I wanted to punch something. 

"What is this really about?" I asked, making my voice sound firm.  I was surprised at how collected I sounded.  

My dad sighed, and shoved his head into his hands.  He ran his hand through his hair like he always did when he was stressed.  "Haley, do you have any idea how worried we were?  I scared you made us?"

"What do you mean?" My heart pounded in my chest.  What was he talking about?

"When Clare called us and said you had ran out and she couldn't find you, it scared us to death.  We thought something had happened to you like it had Timothy."

"What would you even care if something happened to me?  You act like I don't even exist."

He shook his head.  "I know, and I'm so sorry.  Haley, you're our daughter.  Of course we care about you.  And Clare told us about what you said.  About how you think we put her up to asking you about Timothy.  Haley, we didn't do that."

"Then why did she ask?" My voice was getting louder, and I could feel myself getting upset.  

"I don't know.  Honestly."

I clenched my jaw again and crossed my arms. "What about Jake?  Why were you mad at him?"

"I don't know.  You were missing, and when I saw you with him, I needed someone to be mad at."

"It wasn't his fault.  He didn't do anything."

"I know."

"Then why haven't you let him go home?"

"He doesn't want to go home.  He said he wants to wait to say goodbye to you."

"Then what else do you need with me?"

My dad looked into my eyes, and I could see the sadness in them.  "I want to say sorry.  When Timothy died, our whole family fell apart.  I should have never blamed you.  I know it wasn't your fault.  I'll try to do better."

I nodded and looked down.  I was still angry at him, and I would never forget the way he had treated me, but at least he was trying.  

"But.." He said softly.

"But what?" I asked, looking back up.

"Your mother is still having a hard time.."

"I knew she would.  It doesn't surprise me."

"You shouldn't hate her, Haley."

"I don't hate her.  I just don't particularly like her."  

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