Wicked Attraction by Makenzi

Author:Makenzi [Makenzi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780989891011
Amazon: 0989891011
Publisher: VYSS
Published: 2013-07-02T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

I had put this off long enough; it was high time that I paid my father a visit. As mad as he was with me, I was his only child, the one he doted on; he was the only person who had loved me unconditionally since the day I was born. He certainly couldn’t stay mad at me forever, and I couldn’t fathom my father moving clear across the country with our relationship as estranged as it was. Since today was Sunday and I had rarely taken clients on Sunday since opening the new shop, I was going to visit my daddy.

When I turned onto my father’s street, my heart dropped; my car actually made a screeching sound as I turned into the driveway of my childhood home. Although I was well aware that my father was preparing to marry Cassandra and move to Arizona within the next couple of months, I was not prepared to see the For Sale sign in the middle of the front yard. It made everything all too real. I sat in the car for a few minutes gearing up for the tongue lashing I was sure my father was prepared to give me. When I mustered up enough strength, I got out of the car, used the key I’d had since I was twelve years old, and opened the front door of the house that would soon belong to another family.

As if the For Sale sign wasn’t enough, the brown cardboard boxes packed, taped, and lined against every wall in the house brought tears to my eyes. There was absolutely no furniture left on the first floor… nothing.

“Daddy,” I yelled. “Da--ddy.”

I waited and called my daddy again. As I went from room to room, I continued to yell for him before realizing that I was alone in the house. As I headed up the stairs to my old room, I began to hyperventilate. Although I hadn’t slept in that room in over 17 years, I wasn’t ready to see it packed up. I hoped my daddy hadn’t disregarded my past like he’d done with the rest of the house. Hell, he was moving on, I wasn’t. When I opened the door, a huge smile crept across my face. Although I was still sad and the tears were flowing freely, I was glad that he had left my room as it had always been. The walls were still purple. The green lava lamp was still perched on top of my computer desk. Even the old ass computer from Radio Shack was there. My high school yearbook was on the bookshelf just as I’d left it, and my favorite picture of Ronnie DeVoe from New Edition was still hanging on the wall.

I plopped down on the purple, blue and green polka dot comforter when I heard a knock at the front door. Who would be knocking on the door at this time of day? Didn’t Jehovah’s Witnesses come out on Saturdays? It was Sunday for crying out loud.

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