I hadn’t realized that I had fallen asleep until I was woken up by the sound of keys turning in the front door lock, and then the front door opening. I didn’t jump up to greet my dad like a used to do a few months ago, instead I just laid on the couch until he decided to acknowledge my existence, if he was even going to today. I knew that I was going to get up and talk to him at some point tonight whether he wanted me to or not since I needed to tell him about what happened just a few hours ago.
I heard him walking across the house to the kitchen of course to get his dinner. I contemplated about whether I should just go in there or not. I wasn’t sure if I should just wait until I knew exactly what I wanted to say to him. It seemed better though to just wing it and go talk to him now, because it was obvious that even if I had planned out what I might want to say to him, I was going to forget it right when I walked up to him, and things that he might say may catch me off guard or get me off the point that I was trying to get to him.
I went ahead and finally got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, only having a general idea of what exactly I was going to say. I stepped into the kitchen and walked over and sat at the counter, waiting a few moments before I said anything. I was pretty sure that he knew that I was in here by now, so I decided to go ahead and start talking.
“Hey,” I said to him, deciding to start this off in a casual way and work my way into telling him about what happened between Harry and I today.
“Hey,” he said to me like he was almost unsure of saying anything to me.
I hated how childish he seemed to be acting in this situation. It seemed to be that he was the one who didn’t want to talk to me although it was usually the kid who is angrier with the parent than the parent is with the kid.
Even though he did have some right to be mad. Some things he was mad at though he didn’t have a right to be angry about considering he is the cause of the problem.
“How was your day?” I asked him as he took whatever meal he was having out of the microwave.
At first he gave me a strange look like he was confused as to why I was talking to him and trying to have a normal conversation with him right now. I really didn’t want to be nice to him right now, but that wasn’t going to get me anywhere. I knew we could deal with what needed to be resolved later.
I knew this was different for my dad since he isn’t used to people being nice when they’re in an argument, I knew my dad was expecting the next time we talking it was going to be just a yelling fest until he somehow decided to work through this which I knew we wouldn’t.
That is why I’m hoping this whole plan that I had put into action today would work. If it didn’t I was going to be pretty pissed that I broke up with Harry for nothing. I doubted that he’d even take me back, I don’t think it mattered how much he was upset by this and how much he didn’t want us to end. He wasn’t happy about my decision and I knew that he wouldn’t take me back just like that. I shouldn’t even be thinking about that right now because what I had planned was going to work, it had to.
“My day was fine,” my dad finally answered and then hesitated for a moment before saying, “How was your day?”
“It was…fine,” I said trying to add the effect that something was wrong in hopes that he’d ask me.
I settled on the fact that he wasn’t since he probably didn’t want to continue this conversation, so I took matters into my own hands just like I suspected that I was going to have to.
“Harry and I broke up,” I finally said to him. He instantly looked up from the plate that he had just put his food on and set his fork down.
“You what?” he asked, probably trying to make sure that he heard me right and didn’t begin to get excited for nothing.
“I’m not repeating it,” I said to him. I still wasn’t sure if I wanted him to think that I was really upset about this or not. I also didn’t know if I was going to tell him the truth that I broke up with him or if I was going to lie and say it was Harry or just say it was mutual or something like that. “So how did this come about?” he asked me.
“What you’re not happy about it?”
“No, I am,” he said and then he stopped for a second, probably realizing how bad that sounded on his part of being a father,
“I mean not completely upset by it,” he said, trying to fix his mistake.
He didn’t have to try and attempt to fix what he said though because the response he gave was the one that I was expecting.
“So are you going to tell me what happened now?” he asked me after a few moments had passed.
“Why should I? It’s not like you even care,” I told him, trying to make him feel guilty.
“What makes you think I don’t care,” he said as he walked over to me,
“I may have hated the boy, but setting all feelings for him aside, this is still a break up for you, and I need to be here for you,” he told, but it sounded like the words were struggling to come out of his mouth, like he really didn’t want to say that or admit up to it, but I was still glad he did. “So um, tell me what’s wrong,” he said and sat down in front of me.
“I just felt like it had to happen,” I told him as I tried to keep the tears back, since they were threatening to run down my face.
“Like the two of us were just causing so much drama for everyone, ourselves included, and he was pretty upset about it, and I wanted to listen to what he had to say to me, but I felt like I just couldn’t since it might make me even more confused,” I explained although I wasn’t sure if my dad understood what I was trying to say, I hardly understood it. It felt a bit strange talking to my dad about this stuff since it’s not something we always talked about. I usually talked about things like this with Bella, although it was mostly me just listening to her.
I brought my attention back to my dad when it looked like he might say something.
“So you broke up with him?” my dad asked me.
“Yes,” I decided to say.
“And he didn’t hurt you or upset you in anyway?”
“But you’re still upset?”
I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at him. He seemed so confused and he was basically just repeating everything that I was already evident.
“You’re not very good at this,” I said honestly to him.
“I know,” he said after a few moments and began to lightly laugh along with me.
“Your mom would’ve have been the one to help you with these situations, she would have been a lot better at understanding this than I am,” he said, and I just nodded.
“Her job would have been to talk to you about the break up while I snuck out and beat up the guy who hurt you,” he said with a small smile, staring at the ground. He brought his smile away from the ground and up to me, and I returned it.
Both of us sitting in the unspoken quiet as we both thought about the woman who neither of us ever talked about anymore, only on rare occasions like this.