Then, without thinking, I lift my fist up in the air and pull down. At that, he blows his horn and is on his way. I can’t help the smile that hits my face.
MY GPS ANNOUNCES that we have reached our destination as I’m driving up a long, private road. In the distance, I see a large blue house with a white wraparound porch. Sitting in the dark in a rocking chair is my dad. I slow down to take him in. He has his bare feet stretched out in front of him with a cup in his left hand. He’s wearing jeans with a blue V-neck T-shirt. His dark hair barely touches the collar of his shirt and is pushed back from his face. His skin looks tan, like he spends a lot of time out in the sun, but around his eyes is lighter. He probably wears sunglasses when he’s out enjoying the sun.
I pull up as he starts down the stairs. I try to open my door but he’s already there, pulling it open. Getting out of the car, my hands start to shake and all of the stress and worry from the last few days comes to the surface. Now that I’m here, my dad will take care of everything. He is my biggest supporter and the person I can always count on to have my back. He pulls me into a giant hug, shaking me around. When he finally sets me in front of him, he looks down at me and his hands go to my face.
“You look more beautiful than the last time I saw you, baby girl. Even with all the bruises,” he says, holding my face gently in his hands. His face changes and his jaw tightens. “If I ever see the fucking guy who did this to you, he’s going to wish he was never born. I hope they catch that fucking coward,” he says, letting go of my face and hugging me into his chest while kissing the top of my head. “Welcome home, baby girl.”
That was all I needed to hear for my whole body to relax into his.Welcome home. I actually had a home and it felt beautiful. “It feels good to be home,” I say with a smile. Just then, Beast pushes his way between us. Dad bends down to show him some love. He scratches his head, and in return, Beast licks his face.
“Hey, now. None of that,” he says while standing. “So, baby girl, are you ready to see your new place and get a lay of the land or do you want to just see your room and pass out?”
Laughing, I say, “I’ll just see the room and pass out. It was a long drive.”
“I know that you wanted to get here quickly but you should have stayed another night in a hotel.”
I didn’t tell my dad about the rest stop because I didn’t want him to worry. I was probably just being paranoid. But after that, all I wanted was to get to my dad’s house and put as many miles as I could between me and New York.
“I know, Dad, but I just wanted to get here.”
“I’m glad you made it here safely. Let’s go inside so you can get settled and rest.” He puts his arm around my shoulder, taking me with him.
In the house, I’m surprised that everything looks like it’s straight out of a magazine. By the front door is a long, black table with a bowl filled with keys and coins. The wood floors are so dark; they almost look black.
Walking down the hallway, we enter a room with the tallest ceiling I’ve ever seen. The beams going across the room are the same color as the wood floors. There is a wall of windows from one side of the room to the other. The kitchen is open to the living room with an island in the center that is as big as a dining table with five stools in front of it. The appliances in the kitchen all look new and unused. The countertops are a light granite with brown and red streaming through them. In the living room, there’s a leather couch that looks more like a bed with a low back.
The entertainment center is built into the wall and two leather recliners sit on either side of the low couch. The throw pillows andblankets on the back of the couch match the granite in the kitchen. All the colors in the room blend perfectly together. Everywhere I turn, I see caramel, dark brown, and red.
“Wow, Dad, this is beautiful.”
“Thanks, baby. Your grandmother decorated it.” “Grandmother?” I ask.
“Yeah. She can’t wait to meet you. I know we haven’t talked about my family much, but they all know about you and are excited to get to know you.”
“Awesome,” I whisper, still in shock that my mom took me when I was a baby. She never talked about my dad at all. I never even knew who he was until I turned eighteen and he tracked me down. Every time he has come to New York to visit, he never talked about his family and I never asked. I figured his story was the same as my mom’s. Her parents died before I could meet them and she didn’t have any brothers or sisters.
My mom has always been a loner unless you have something she wants. Then, she will attach herself to you like a life-sucking parasite.
“Everyone will be here for breakfast. They wanted to come tonight but I thought you might get overwhelmed on your first night home. Also, we need to talk about you doing the books for the club. Your degree will help me get the office straightened out. I don’t have a lot of time to manage that part of the business. Lynn moved away with her husband and I haven’t had a chance to replace her.”
“When do I start?” I say, smiling.
“Well, tonight I want you to rest.” He squeezes my shoulder. “And for the rest of the week, I want you to recover. After you’re feeling up to it, I’ll take you down to the club and show you the office. Hopefully, you can set something up so you can work from home.”
“Sounds good to me.” Walking through the kitchen, there’s a set of stairs going down to the basement. “Wow, Dad, I thought you loved me and now you’re taking me to the dungeon.”
Laughing, he shakes his head. “No. There’s a basement apartment.Your grandma and everyone else came over and worked on it all day yesterday. They rushed over as soon as they found out you’d be staying with me. It also has its own entrance so you can have some privacy.” He flips on the light.
“It’s perfect.” There’s a small living room and kitchen when you first walk in. He leads me down a short hall and opens a door. The bedroom is huge and there’s also an en-suite. I’m so overwhelmed that I start crying.
“It’s okay,” Dad says while dragging me into his body for a hug. “We just want you to be happy here.”
“This is so nice. I can’t even tell you how happy I am,” I say into his shirt, giving him a squeeze. It’s the truth. I have never seen a more perfect space. It’s amazing that this is someplace to call my own.
“Well, I’m gonna go unpack your car while you get some sleep,” he says, kissing my forehead. He turns to leave, then stops and looks at me over his shoulder. “I’m really happy you’re here, November. I can’t even tell you how happy this makes me.” With that, he’s gone. Leaving me to think about how different my life could have been.
Waking up in the morning to the smell of coffee and the sound of voices above me, I climb out of bed. After I shower, I put on a pair of my favorite jeans. They are so dark; they’re almost black and look good with an off-the-shoulder lavender sweater and dark brown riding boots. I blow out my hair and tie it into a ponytail that hits the middle of my back. I put on some makeup to try to conceal the bruises that are now starting to turn green. With a little mascara, some bronzer, and blush, I make my way upstairs. Beast is sitting at the island next to a woman with the same hair as my dad. When she sees me, she jumps off the stool and runs to me, pulling me into a tight hug.
“Oh, sweet girl, you’re finally here,” she says, holding me away from her body and putting her hands to my face. “You look so much like your great grandma Ellie. She was a beauty and you have your daddy’s eyes and hair.” Pulling me back into her chest, I want to cry for the little girl who missed out on this.
