10 10:Dad

Tristan had parked his motor bike near Inferno, he offered to give me a ride and I said yes. Turns out the Jeep Cherokee he had been using wasn't his but Logan's and he gave it to him for a ride.

"I've never been on a motor bike before "

"Its daring and always on the edge.... like me"

"Let's see", I said in a mocking way.

I took the helmet from him and fastened it then swung my leg over the seat to sit behind him.

"Hold on tight", he said and my heart beat faster when I wrapped my arms around his torso.

His amazing smell hazing my senses.

I relaxed just a little bit when his skin tightened at my touch as well.

The bike vroomed to life and then we were off.

The wind is everything.

The world turns into a blurry mess of vibrant colours as you drink in the feeling of speed.

I have never experienced this before.

"This is so cool", I shouted to his ear.

"I told you right"

I laughed.

Wow I need to buy a bike.

My arms around him tightened when he sped faster.But it was hard to channel my breathing anymore because of the drug called speed and his muscles beneath my arms.

All of a sudden I had an irresistible urge to see him.

As much as I opposed and revolted against the idea, right then I wanted to see Tristan naked.

But soon the bike slowed down because we almost reached my place and reluctantly I let him go.

I let out a breath.

I just got turned on by his riding skills...what an idiot.

"So I'll see you tomorrow", he asked when I gave his helmet back.

"Probably..."

"Have a good night Rose".

"Good night"

He smiled that gorgeous smile and then Tristan was gone leaving behind a pine forest scent and reeling me in its wake.

Get a grip girl.

I turned around and walked back home.

I'm so used to bracing myself everytime I opened the front door. The possibility that something could be wrong on the other side looms above my head everytime I ascent the stairs.

It was eerily quite inside.

I went straight to Dad's room.

A breath of relief left my lips the moment I saw him sleeping.

Did he clean the room?...

Oh my god he did...

I smiled and sat next to him.

He's in desperate need of a haircut. Maybe I can cut it tomorrow evening after school.

I was fiercely protective of my father. He's the reason I get out of bed every morning.

No matter how much people hate him or say bad things about him I'll always be there for him.

He just needs my love I told myself.

............................................

Light filtered in through my closed eyelids and I opened them.I had passed out at around 2am last night and now it's about 7'o clock.

I hurriedly got out of bed and brushed my teeth.The mirror was broken so I couldn't see myself properly.

Downstairs Dad was making breakfast.

"Good Morning Rose"

"Morning Dad"

I smiled and sat on the table.

"Here's your coffee", he offered me a mug.

"Thanks", I said and took it.

I saw the alcohol bottle again and even though I was disappointed I also didn't want to discourage the positive change he had been showing.

"There's something that I wanted to talk to you about"

"What is it"

He took a seat across from me.

"Well honey I... lost my job"

I held my breath.

He might have seen my panic because he rushed to say,"Its Ok its not a big deal I've got everything covered"

"How"

"Well that was what I wanted to talk to you about.... I will get a new job but it's going to take a month and as you already know we don't have that much time..."

I nodded my head while closing my eyes.

Next time your house will burn.

"So I was hoping we could use a part of your college money"

I opened my eyes.

"What?"

"Just a part of it... maybe a few thousand dollars to fill in until next month there is no other choice Rose you have to understand."

"Dad college is our ticket out of this place!"

"Yes I know honey but do you really want to go to college"

"Yes I do how can you even ask that question?"

"Its the only way"

He whispered miserably.

It was the money we had saved for the future, for another apartment, tuition fees, my dreams...

"Ok Dad we can use the money"

Author's Note:

STORY TIME:

What's one thing you wish never happened to you?

I'LL BEGIN: There are so scars... I wish I could erase them.

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