Out of Love 1.5/End of Out of Love
I had been dreading this conversation for a long time. At that moment, looking at the floor as if in shame, I was just trying to get out of it without upsetting my father or worse.
I think he was almost as uncomfortable as I was with the subject.
“I don’t even know where to start. I mean, I knew something was going on, but you’re getting in fights with Wards and I think you wouldn’t have even told me if it wasn’t all over the news!†His voice rose as he went on, but he stopped himself and took a breath.
“I didn’t know she was… I mean…†I started weakly. I almost brought my eyes up, but I put them back towards the table at the last moment.
“Taylor, you should let me know when you need help. You should… let me be your father and not just your roommate.†He was holding his head in his hands. “I’m trying not to be angry with you. It feels like you’re cutting me out of your life for some reason. You won’t even look at me.â€
I cringed.
“I just want to be there for you. I just want you to know that I’m here if you need me.†He sighed.
“I don’t… I mean, I know. I just didn’t think that it would help if…†I trailed off. He was hardly even listening.
I could do this. I could let him know that I still trusted him.
I slowly lifted my head, focused my eyes on his weary face.
Shove table. Stand. Kick table forwards. Upend table with both hands. Stomp flipped table. Injuries: …
I wrenched my head to the side before I could see the end.
He let out a choked gasp.
I stood and jerkily walked up the stairs to my bedroom and shut the door.
I heard the sound of his fist hitting the table.
I’m so sorry.