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Sitting beside my dad, I felt like I swallowed rocks. He saw what he was never supposed to see, and I didn't get to tell Charlotte.
She is going to get pissed and break down. This is the opposite of what she wanted.
At that moment, I had it confirmed to me that I was screwed, a million times over. I just wanted this to work. It never would be able to happen anyways, but I love her, and I'd be willing to go against everything our parents taught us to be with her.
The ride home was silent, Dad gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. As we came to a stop in front of our house, I swallowed and got out of the car slowly. My dad's door slammed shut, and he walked in a brisk pace, disappearing into the house. I quietly followed him, stopping in the hall to greet my mum. But her usual cheery smile was absent.
"Hi Mum." I said quietly. She hesitantly kissed my forehead, and murmured,
"No matter what honey, I love you and I support your decisions. Even if your father won't."
Her words were an attempt at making me feel better, but nothing could. She handed me my phone, and I nodded in thanks. But when I heard my dad walking towards us, I ran into my room, and locked the door. I paced back and forth, trying to find the right thing to say.
I can't do anything without messing up.
He couldn't just tell me not to see her, could he? He was my dad, but not my nanny. He probably went through a forbidden relationship before, so he should've understood.
At that moment I felt honestly alone.
But she needed to know, right away.
I needed to talk to Charlotte, and fast.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was from Seth. I opened it, despite my better judgement, and I almost dropped my phone when I read the message.
My heart started beating faster, and I ran through the house and down the stairs, to the basement, closing the door behind me.
"Oh god, what have I done?" I sat on the couch after flicking the lights on. In front of me, Dad's guitars were displayed proudly, hanging from wall racks. He never let us touch his guitars. Ever.
I thought back to this morning. I told him I wouldn't go into the music industry. Then again, I also said I wouldn't be anything more than friends with his former band-mates' sons.
You know what? Fuck it.
I pulled one of the acoustic guitars off of the rack, and sat down with it. I remembered Dad trying to show me chords. It hurt my fingers, but I formed chords anyways.
Remember. Pain. Strum. Repeat.
I paired some chords together, to create an impromptu song. I strummed, taking out my confusion on the metal stings.
"Sometimes it's too much,and now I know that I really, really messed up. Your love is a toxin and it's running through my veins, an irreversible damage to the heart. I can't escape, you left a mark right on my body, a tattoo, never to be removed." I started to sing, without even realizing it.
And then the door opened.
I froze, and turned slowly around to see who had walked in on me.
And to my dismay, it was of course, my dad.
My name tumbled out of his lips, and he stared at me, utter shock holding his tongue.
"Uhm......Dad! Hi. Didn't see you there. I was just uh, Y'know, looking at your guitars."
"I've never heard that song before." His voice is so quiet I almost can't hear him talk.
"That's because I'm writing it."
The sentence came out of my mouth before I could stop it. To avoid any further awkwardness, I returned the guitar to its place on the wall, and walked past him, up the stairs and into the kitchen.