Cindy White POV
I got home with a heavy heart after leaving school early, as I walked into the front door I looked up and saw the surprise look on my father's face.
Yes, I have never returned home early from school, I have never gained a permission pass to leave school early either, this must be why he was surprised.
He walked over to me with his long legs covered in black sweat pants. "Cindy are you okay?" He asked me as he looked at my face, and I must admit it is very obvious that I was not okay, just looking at my facial expression.
"Daddy," I said with a choked voice almost in tears as I fell into his embrace, what I need right now was a warm body to lean on cause my heart had been so cold and in pain.
The tears I have been trying to suppress began to flow down my cheek, hitting my father's shoulders. "My heart is too heavy and I feel betrayed and lied to." I knew all that I was saying will be confidential to my father, but I can only relieve myself by talking to someone.
I was glad that my father just embraces me back in silence as I continue talking about all that I felt inside my heart.
"I don't want to sew that person now because I am so mad, but I keep hurting inside." I swallowed hard because the voice coming out of my mouth was so unfamiliar, it was hoarse and cracked.
I sniffle, with my eyes close I remember how I walked away from Jeffery and how I said I will stop my heart from loving him. "I caught the flu and I don't want him to get close to me because I am worried he might catch the same flu as me."
"Dad...dad I don't know what to do, I want to stop loving that person, but my heart says otherwise."
As I sob, the gentle hand of a caring father pat me lightly on my back in comfort. "It is okay Cindy, it is okay." He said softly and as if realising how hot my body temperature was the refrain and look at me.
"We have to see a doctor now." He used the tip of his finger and wipe off my tears, of a truth I have an understanding father, he didn't go into wanting to what exactly I was talking about, first was my health to him.
I looked at the man who had become my father and friend, a man that was easy to talk to, well that is what happens when you lost your mother and have only a father who cherishes you and wants you happy.
I didn't want to make him worry anymore, I nod and wipe off the remaining tears in my eyes. "Okay, I will go on and change then," I told him and walked upstairs slowly, trying so hard to block off the memories I had with Jeffery and the worried look on his face.
Jeffery Walsh POV
Worried about Cindy and how she no longer want to look at me, how she hates me now, I went back to the little tent bar I drank beer in with Suzy last night.
I ordered some beer for myself, pouring it into a glass I lift it to my lips but I stopped when a flashback came to my memory.
"I love you, Jeffery." I heard Suzy's voice and looked at the chair she had sat on yesterday.
I put down the glass on my hand, confused at what I had just remembered, it might be another funny hallucination, I try to convince myself and lit my glass up again.
"Good thing you don't remember anything when you are drunk, but I hope you remember what am about to do now."
I heard Suzy's voice again from last night and then I remembered her kissing me and it made me drop the glass on the table as I held my head trying to shake that thought away.
"It is only my imaginations just now," I told myself, but my subconscious could not agree with me. "Did I let her kiss me?"
I held my head with my two hands as I closed my eyes. "Suzy should not love me," I muttered to myself. "She should not." I close my eyes, this was not what I want, to me my heart and love only belong to one person, I don't want to lead Suzy on, but foolishly I had.
I picked up my glass and took a large gulp of the beer, now regretting all my actions, from leaving fourteen years ago and not remembering who Cindy was when she was right in my front, and also giving the wrong thought to Suzy.
I had told her about my feelings for Cindy, but I had also admired her as a friend, perhaps my admiration had told her another thing entirely, even if I told her not to, I was the one who started it all.
All this clouded my mind, and Cindy must have seen and watched me talk a lot to Suzy, she must have had the wrong thought, the wrong thought about all these, I knew I had to clear all the misunderstanding, starting with Suzy's.