back placing my phone down on the table and walking into the bathroom; I let the water over my body for longer than normal and then dress afterwards. I smile wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top and then start to walk down the stairs. I hear voices as I reach the bottom step and my body freezes when I see the silhouettes in the kitchen. I hear my father’s voice first, and then I see him as he rounds the corner and we come face to face. I can’t move although I look to the back door and I think about making a run for it. I smile to him as my mother and Mar round the corner behind him. I see that Mar is still in the clothes from last night, and that she looks exhausted.
“Nice of you to join us this afternoon, Sophie,” my father says snidely at me, emphasizing afternoon. Then he shakes his head looking back at me, “Can you put something on more presentable for the first time that you have seen us in over a year.” I don’t say a word, but nod my head, turning around, and walking back up the stairs. I walk into the room that I have been staying in, and walk out onto the balcony. I stand staring out into the distance, at the ocean lapping onto the sand. Up here, away from the family that never wanted me, I feel at peace. I hear my phone beep in the corner and walk over to it.
Austin: You know that I can see you, right?
I actually did not, what a creepy thing to send someone.
Austin: Ha, you alright? You look pretty upset about something, still upset about the whole Joe thing?
As much as it had hurt me when it had happened I wasn’t upset that much about it anymore. It had happened, and I had moved on. Joe wasn’t worth my time and feelings so I gave up on him.
No, actually the parents just got here.
Austin: You guys don’t get along?
No, I’m more like the child that they never wanted.
I thought that after I shared such an intimate detail of my life that he would respond with anything, but he didn’t the only thing that I got was radio silence. I sigh to myself as I change into a pair of jeans and then a nice blouse as I walk down the stairs for a second time I hear laughter erupt from the main floor, I turn the corner as my dad looks over to me and sighs, again, shaking his head, and says, “Sophie, it took you long enough,” and then another sigh, “Are you trying to out stage us now, I mean I know that you blew all the money that you did make in that ridiculous business of yours on clothing, but that outfit probably costs as much as my mortgage payment.” I couldn’t argue with him, he was right. I look behind him and I see Austin standing in the room with him; he’s wearing a simple pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. The laughter that I had heard from my father was because something that he had said.
“Awe, John, I think she looks stunning.” He smiles at me, “She always does, I have never seen her look bad since the moment that I first saw her.” I watch as my dad turns to look at him, stunned, I am sure of it. I mouth the words thank you in his direction and he smiles at me and nods. I am sure that he is aware that my thanks are because he came to ease the tension in my family and for sticking up for my clothing choice and my father seems to admire him.
“Come on, Austin, the lunch is ready out on the porch. It really is incredible outside.” He says and walks with Austin, not once asking me to join. As they approach the door Austin stops before crossing the threshold and turns to look at me.
“Soph, are you coming?” he asks me and I notice my father’s surprised expression by his interest in what I am doing. Heaven forbid anyone wants to be interested in anything that his screw up of a daughter is doing. I look from Austin to my father.
“Yeah,” I tell him and exhale, Austin walks up to my side and holds his hand out to me. My father huffs out of the house and Austin smiles to me. “How did you do that?” I can’t help but ask him.
“Your dad? OH, I met him a few
“Nice of you to join us this afternoon, Sophie,” my father says snidely at me, emphasizing afternoon. Then he shakes his head looking back at me, “Can you put something on more presentable for the first time that you have seen us in over a year.” I don’t say a word, but nod my head, turning around, and walking back up the stairs. I walk into the room that I have been staying in, and walk out onto the balcony. I stand staring out into the distance, at the ocean lapping onto the sand. Up here, away from the family that never wanted me, I feel at peace. I hear my phone beep in the corner and walk over to it.
Austin: You know that I can see you, right?
I actually did not, what a creepy thing to send someone.
Austin: Ha, you alright? You look pretty upset about something, still upset about the whole Joe thing?
As much as it had hurt me when it had happened I wasn’t upset that much about it anymore. It had happened, and I had moved on. Joe wasn’t worth my time and feelings so I gave up on him.
No, actually the parents just got here.
Austin: You guys don’t get along?
No, I’m more like the child that they never wanted.
I thought that after I shared such an intimate detail of my life that he would respond with anything, but he didn’t the only thing that I got was radio silence. I sigh to myself as I change into a pair of jeans and then a nice blouse as I walk down the stairs for a second time I hear laughter erupt from the main floor, I turn the corner as my dad looks over to me and sighs, again, shaking his head, and says, “Sophie, it took you long enough,” and then another sigh, “Are you trying to out stage us now, I mean I know that you blew all the money that you did make in that ridiculous business of yours on clothing, but that outfit probably costs as much as my mortgage payment.” I couldn’t argue with him, he was right. I look behind him and I see Austin standing in the room with him; he’s wearing a simple pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. The laughter that I had heard from my father was because something that he had said.
“Awe, John, I think she looks stunning.” He smiles at me, “She always does, I have never seen her look bad since the moment that I first saw her.” I watch as my dad turns to look at him, stunned, I am sure of it. I mouth the words thank you in his direction and he smiles at me and nods. I am sure that he is aware that my thanks are because he came to ease the tension in my family and for sticking up for my clothing choice and my father seems to admire him.
“Come on, Austin, the lunch is ready out on the porch. It really is incredible outside.” He says and walks with Austin, not once asking me to join. As they approach the door Austin stops before crossing the threshold and turns to look at me.
“Soph, are you coming?” he asks me and I notice my father’s surprised expression by his interest in what I am doing. Heaven forbid anyone wants to be interested in anything that his screw up of a daughter is doing. I look from Austin to my father.
“Yeah,” I tell him and exhale, Austin walks up to my side and holds his hand out to me. My father huffs out of the house and Austin smiles to me. “How did you do that?” I can’t help but ask him.
“Your dad? OH, I met him a few
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