Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (best short books to read TXT) 📗

   I heard the sound of retreating footsteps and noticed that Rowan wasn't seated at the picnic table outside anymore. A loud furniture screeching sound stole our attention. We turned towards the sound to find Rowan standing in the living area. My eyes halted at the overnight luggage pulled out from the corner. I walked towards him. Dad wasn't going to follow because he had decided to act like a douchebag.

  "Where are you going?"

"Home." His mono response told me something was wrong. His gaze remained downcast.

"We'd decided we were staying the night." I reminded him. I'd been clear when I told him that my father wanted us to come for an overnight stay.

"I'm going home. Not you." He clarified.

Crap! He had heard every single word. If only my father hadn't screamed at the top of his lungs.

"No, you're not going anywhere." I pulled at his bag.

Rowan slowly closed his long fingers around my hand and let it fall to my side. "You're father doesn't want me here."

I glanced back at my father. "Dad, say something."

  But my father ignored us and continued to load the dirty dishes into the sink. I turned back to Rowan. At this point, I had tears in my eyes. Dad had always been like a good friend to me. He always understood and listened to what I wanted to say. How had things gone out of control?

   Rowan wiped a tear off my cheek. "It's okay, baby. I screwed this. I couldn't hide it from him, Alana. He deserved to know everything."

   "I'm coming with you." I said.

    He shook his head. I wrapped my arms around him and sobbed into his shirt front. Spilling the beans to my dad was a bad idea. He ran a reassuring hand down my back. "You're spending your weekend here with your father, and I'll have Chez pick you up on Saturday."

  "Will you be okay?" I asked.

   "I'll be fine, baby."

   I kissed him once, and told him I loved him. He said he loved me too.

   Ronnie went up on his haunches and pawed at Rowan's jeans. He clearly liked Rowan a lot and wanted him to stay. I wished my dad's thought process was like Ronnie too.

Ronnie whimpered as Rowan scratched behind his ear and made his way out of the door towards his Lexus. He loaded his bag into the trunk and slid into the passenger seat. He waved at me once and backed up the car, slowly pulling it out of the parking lot. I watched until the car disappeared.

   When I walked into the house, dad was seated in front of the flat screen watching some game.

    "Well, I hope that makes you happy now." I said and Dad continued to ignore me."What happened to all those lectures during high school about how polite we should be to our guests? Looks like you don't play by that rule."

   Dad took the bait and said. "Your boyfriends are exempted from that rule, or any rules I make for that matter."

  "Do you know how polite Rowan's family is to me? They don't treat me any different than Rowan's sister, Claire. Why did you do that, Dad?"

   "His family knows he caught a big fish, what with you being all naive and sweet. They knew better than to think they could ever find a better girl for that boy."

   "That boy has a name. Use it." I said.

    "Any girl would be stupid enough to date him knowing his history. What did he lure you in with? Expensive gifts? Or is it something else?"

   "You're implying I'm a gold-digger?" I gave out a nervous laugh. "Of course. Must be from Mom's gene pool, like mother like daughter."

   "That's not what I mean. You're young..."

   "I'm twenty." I said. I decided it was better to head upstairs to my room then argue with my father who probably had a few extra drinks. "I'm not having his conversation with you, and I'll have Chez drop by in the morning. I'm leaving."

     "Alana..."

    I stalked out of the living area and went upstairs to my room, skipping two steps at one time and closed the door with a bang. His words had hurt more than anything. Rowan would be so pissed, I didn't know if he would unleash some dragon when I meet him the next time. He seemed to be shutting me down once again, pulling that wall. His eyes looked so vacant, like he was thinking hard about it, like he was going to lose it. 

I plugged into my iPod and listened to The heart wants what it wants by Selena Gomez on repeat.

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