“So when’s she coming down?” my father asked, but not looking at me this time.
For a moment I considered pretending that I couldn’t hear him because of my music, but refrained.
“Today, actually. She’s getting set up at her aunt’s house and I’ll be able to see her tomorrow.” and I added in my head: if you let me…

He nodded and continued looking at the road. I turned my music up slightly to take my mind away from the place I was in. And for a moment, being in the car with my father seemed unbearable. For split second, I felt a wave of uncontrollable anger come over me. I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want him to control whether I got to see Rose or not.

He doesn’t know what I’ve gone through…, I thought to myself, knowing it was 100% true. But another thought interupted this one, mm but if he knew, he’d probly send me to a psychiatrist.

I shook my head to clear my mind. I didn’t need to be thinking of these things. Soon I would be with Rose, and that made me smile.