Re: Fractured (Bulletproof sequel)
Posted: 06 Aug 2017 16:36
2. Francesca 5
I'm clutching the phone between the bottom of my neck and my shoulder and the position is making my body ache. I finally put the heavy, cardboard box down on the floor and grab the phone before I press it to my ear.
"What was that?" I ask breathlessly.
"How's the move?" My dad chuckles.
I look around at the copious amount of boxes ranging from all different sizes that litter the ground around me. The removal firm had just left a few seconds prior and now I'm standing in something that looks similar to a war zone.
"It's okay," I say, pacing around my new house.
The building is above the new practise for my therapy business. I've moved all the way from California, where my business began to take off, to Seattle. It's a move that I wasn't sure if I should have done. But now as I stare at all the hard work I've thrown into this move and business, I know that I'll be able to make it in Seattle.
"Don't tire yourself out," my dad says sternly and I roll my eyes.
"I won't." I smile and fall back onto the couch. "How are you doing, then?"
"I'm good, the baby won't shut the hell up," My dad sighs and I laugh at him.
My dad had been single ever since my mother died. He hadn't bothered to find anyone and I didn't blame him, but I knew that he was lonely and needed someone when I left. Trying to remain sober and work through his internal problems was hard enough and I know that me leaving jolted him a bit. But luck must have been on his side, because in my second year of college, he found someone.
Her name is Jamie and is a few years younger than my dad. I was hesitant at first. Seeing my dad with someone was a little uncomfortable after everything we'd been through - good and bad. It was a strange thing to see. But then I saw him smile. And smile and smile and smile. Then I realized that she was helping him and that she continues to help him more than I ever could have or ever did.
A year ago, Jamie became pregnant and three months ago she gave birth to Daniel 'Danny' Howard. My half-brother. It's weird to have a little brother that's only three months old. It's even weirder to move miles and miles away from them so soon. 1
But my mind is on my business and my dad understands that.
Even if it does get difficult every now and then.
"Well babies are loud," I comment.
"You're right about that," my dad mutters. "You were the worst. You kept screaming the house down at three in the morning for no reason!"
I scoff. "I wasn't that bad!"
"Oh you were, honey." My dad laughs and I just chuckle as well. "I can't believe you're all the way in Seattle. You'll have to visit soon."
I smile and look over at the large window on the far wall and I stare out at the street a little way below me. "Yeah, I can't believe it either. And I will, promise."
"Do you like it?"
I frown and glance around the room. "I don't know. It's all...new. Maybe after a few days I'll warm up to it."
"I went to Seattle when I was a teenager," Dad reminisces and I just smile, leaning back against the couch. "I went with a few friends when I took a gap year before heading to University. We went all over America, it was the best thing ever. Getting drunk and just being with friends."
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"Ha-ha," my dad says dryly.
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"Alright," Dad sighs. "Take care of yourself and call any time."
"Will do." My lips form a tight smile. "Say hi to the little monster and Jamie for me."
Dad laughs. "Will do, love you."
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I inwardly cringe at what I say and hope that the person on the other line doesn't think I'm completely incompetent.
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I turn away from the painting, my mood falling sour. Trudging back out of the kitchen and into the sitting room, I stare at the awfully coloured walls and the large pieces of wrapped up furniture. It's not home yet and even though the place is filled with my furniture, nothing is familiar.
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I nod to myself. "So why pick an art therapist out of everyone else?"
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"Alright, well I am more than happy to help him of course. But he should be the one that contacts me. Doing something like therapy through a third party doesn't sit well."
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I wait for a moment then nod to myself. "Okay," I tell him. "Sure, I can do that."
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My hands stop on the keyboard and I frown. It couldn't be. That's too much of a coincidence. The name is a common one. 7
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"Uh, yeah," I say. "Of course. I can do eleven-thirty if that works?"
"That would be perfect," Kyle breathes out heavily. "Thank you."
I come off the phone a little while later and put it down on the table. My mind is reeling with questions but I shut them down. That's too much of a coincidence.