Chapter 106 

There’s also the fact that we’ll be going off to college in seven months, presumably in different states. Although Aiden and I hadn’t talked much about the colleges we want to go to, I don’t want to start something that I know I won’t be able to finish. 

I hate it in movies when the boy and girl throw away their dreams just so they can follow each other to the same school. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that if that’s how you choose to live your life, but all I’m saying is you should follow your dreams. There are plenty of fish in the water. If the guy you’re with doesn’t support your hopes and dreams, then maybe he’s not the right one for you. 

And so, I decided that I wasn’t going to dismiss Aiden altogether, but I also wasn’t going to drop everything I had worked so hard for just to please him. If he accepts me for who I am – great, if not, oh well! At the end of the day, I’m girl with needs and Aiden is someone that is more than capable of taking care of those needs. 

When I heard the jingling of keys in the door, I snapped my head up to see mom walk into the apartment dragging her suitcase. “Scarlett!” She looked relieved to see me. “You’re home.” 

“Where else would I be?” I let out a deep sigh. Looks like it was time for me to finally let go of this petty grudge I’m holding against her. “We need to talk, mom.” 

“Sure, honey.” She nodded. “Let me just get changed.” 

. Half an hour later, mom and I were both sitting on opposite ends of the couch, each nursing a cup of coffee while 

waiting for the other to start talking. 

“Look Scarlett,” She finally gave in placing her cup down on the glass coffee table. “I know that you’re upset, and I understand that. However, I am still your mother and you need to respect me and the decisions I make.” 

I couldn’t help the snort that escaped my lips. “I love you mom, but letting that man back into our lives is not 

something I can respect.” 

“I am not letting him back into our life!” She raised her voice. “He has been calling and emailing me for the past three months I finally decided to hear him out. Clearly there had to be something important if he was willing to go through such measures.” 

She took a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t want my relationship with your father to affect your relationship with him. At the end of the day, he is still your dad.” 

“No!” I tried to level my voice. “He may be a sperm donor, but he is in no way a father to me.” 

She looked like she was about to say something, but I continued. “A father is someone who is there for his ch someone who is dependable and compassionate, and cares! It’s not someone who all of a sudden disappears cuts both of us out of his life just because he decides that we’re not good enough for him.” 

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“Not once in the past ten years has he called to wish me happy birthday or ask how I’m doing. Do you have any idea 

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what that feels like?” I didn’t realize that there were tears streaming down my face until I went to wipe my cheeks. “I may not talk about him because I’ve gotten used to the idea of him being gone, but he will never he a father to me.” 

Mom blinked away her own tears. “I know that sweetheart! Believe me, I know that. But this isn’t about him.” 

“Who’s it about then?” I questioned. 

“Just call him and hear him out.” She pleaded with me. “It’s not my place to say, but just trust me when I tell you that if it wasn’t important, I wouldn’t have allowed him to come see you.” 

She got up and enveloped me a hug. It was rare because we didn’t really show this type of affection towards one another, yet I allowed her to hug me as I continued to let the tears stream down my face. 

I hated that I was feeling this way, 

I hated that even after all of these years, he still had such an effect on me. 

But most importantly, I hated him. 

I know that’s a harsh thing to say about someone, but I really did hate him. 

After mom released me, she went to her purse and handed me a folder piece of paper. “This is his number. Call him – sooner rather than later.” I took the paper from her and stared at it numbly. My first instinct was to crumble it up and throw it out the window, but I knew that a part of me was being irrational. 

If mom trusted him enough to listen to what he had to say, I could survive hearing him out. 

. As I pulled into the school’s parking lot, I looked around for any sign of Brooke and Caroline. They weren’t 

anywhere in sight, so I allowed myself to breath.