I woke up the next morning to the light from the sun through my blinds shining on my face. My dad had gotten home close to ten minutes after I had, he got home earlier than usual just like I was thinking.
Although I wasn’t quite sure who or what he was looking for or expecting to see because he knows that I obviously have enough sense to know that he would be getting home around that time and I’d make sure everything was as it should be, which it was. He didn’t really bother to ask me many questions because he soon realized that I wasn’t going to answer any of them the way he wanted no matter how many times he asked me what he wanted to know.
I had decided to sleep in today and not bother setting my alarm so I wouldn’t have to go downstairs for breakfast while my dad was still here. I felt terrible though that I was keeping so much from him that I couldn’t even go down to eat with him before he left in the morning because I was so worried he was going to ask me things that I didn’t know how to answer without him getting angry with me.
I also felt terrible that it’s come to the only thing we could really start a conversation with was him asking me questions. I felt like our once strong father-daughter relationship was slowly tearing at the seams, but breaking faster every single day. I wish he could understand that he would really be better off not knowing right now, but the only way to do that is to tell him and then take it back it I could.
I know he thinks it’s what’s best for me, to tell him everything, but he’s going to regret knowing if I tell him though, it’s just impossible for him to realize that.
I checked the time on my clock to be positive that my dad had left already before I got up from my bed and headed down the stairs to the kitchen to get something to eat. I grabbed a box of cereal from the pantry once I was down in the kitchen. I set the box on the counter and went to get myself a bowl and a bottle of orange juice from the fridge.
As I was eating my cereal I found myself staring blankly at the wall as a scooped the cereal onto my spoon and then into my mouth, taking the occasional break to sip down some juice. I had no clue what I was going to do with myself for the rest of the day. I really didn’t want to go back to what I spent the first week of this break doing, but it seemed like I might have to.
Harry had to go to the buffet today and I had no clue when he’d be back so it was up to him whether or not to call me. I would call his aunt’s house myself but if I call and he’s not there I might’ve ended up calling again later on and if he still wasn’t there I’d probably be the creepy stalker who keeps calling to get ahold of Harry when I really should just be contacting him on my cell phone that has ever so rudely been taken away from me with the day of getting it back not in existence.
I entertained the thought of calling Bella, but I wasn’t sure if I should. I might be awkward if her mom picks up since my dad had called a few days ago about not knowing where I was and thinking I was there.
Also if I talked to Bella I’d have to have a whole explanation to her as to why I got my cell phone taken away. Thinking of that I realized that I probably should call Bella. My dad thinks that I’ve already been talking to Bella on the home phone, which I’m surprised he lets me do since my cell phone privileges were taken away, but that was mostly to get me away from contact with Harry.
Anyway since Bella doesn’t know I had my phone taken up and she calls it, that’s be another encounter that my dad would have that would result in my getting in big trouble. I took another quick bite of cereal before getting up from where I was sitting at the kitchen counter and went to get the home phone off of its stand. I dialed in Bella’s cell phone number as I walked back to sit back down at where I was at the counter.
Once I pressed in the last number, I pressed call and brought the phone up to my ear and listened to it ring, waiting for the click and the stop of rings to signal that our lines were connected. After just one ring, Bella picked up and I instantly heard her voice through the line.
“Hello?” she said.
“Oh hey Gabi, I was literally just about to call you, it’s been so long since I’ve heard from you,” she said, and slight laughed at the little coincidence.
I was happy that I called her when I did then because I knew she was going to call my cell phone since she said she was going to call me, and then if my dad picked up I’d be in a ton of trouble, even if she just called the phone I’d probably be in trouble.
“Yeah, look-” I started off but she cut me off.
“Why are you calling my from your home phone?” she asked, “Is your cell phone dead or something?”
“Yeah that’s what I needed to talk to you about,” I began and the line stayed silent, signaling for me to continue.
“I got my phone taken away and my dad has it, so don’t call or text me until I let you know that I got it back,” I informed her.
“Okay,” she agreed,
“So why did you get it taken away? You never get in trouble,” she asked.
“It’s a long, and stupid story that you probably don’t want to hear,” I told her.
“You’re probably right, so anyway what are your plans for the day?” she asked me.
“Absolutely nothing,” I laughed.
“Perfect,” she said, “I’ll pick you up in ten, unless you’re grounded too?”
“Nope, just don’t have a cell phone,” I said.
“Got it, now get ready if you aren’t because I’m literally walking out my door right now,” she told me.
“Okay,” I said, and we both said bye before hanging up. I couldn’t explain how relieved I was with myself right now that I called Bella when I did. If I had waited just a minute longer, maybe even a few seconds longer she would’ve called my cell phone and my dad would’ve picked up.
After I had quickly gotten ready and dressed, I headed back downstairs and waited for Bella to come, which wasn’t a long wait because just as I sat down at the bench in the entryway, the doorbell rang.
I opened the door to see a smiling Bella standing on my front porch.
“Hey,” she said and pulled me into a hug.
“I feel like I haven’t see you in months,” she said after she pulled back from the hug.
“It’s only been a few days,” I reminded her as I walked out of the house and locked the door.
“It feels like it’s been longer, I swear if I get another project for online school like the one I had I’ll probably scream, that whole thing was ridiculous,” she told me.
Once we were in her car, Bella back out of my driveway and drove out of the neighborhood.
“So where are we going?” I asked her.
“Um not really sure, hey I have a question for you,” she said.
“What is it?” “What were you doing yesterday?” she asked me.
“Um I pretty much stayed home and then went to the pizza place for dinner,” I told her, keeping it simple because I’d rather not explain the more details of my day.
“Were you with anyone?” she asked me.
“Why does it matter? You worried I have another best friend?” I joked, her tone was getting more and more serious and I wanted to go back to the more casual atmosphere.
“Someone told me that they saw you with what looked to be that new hockey player, Harry,” she told me, and I felt that I wanted to jump out of the car now.
“W-Who told you that?” I asked her in utter shock, I had been so worried about my dad and my cell phone and everything that I forgot about Bella finding out, and I had completely forgotten that some people from the rink go to the pizza place a lot, people that Bella knows.
“It doesn’t matter because I know what I know now,” she told me.
“Now I want your honest answer, where you at the pizza place last night with a hockey player?”