Hurt...
I felt hurt.
I laid in my bed pondering the words that my father had just said.
'We can't have sex, we can't kiss each other on the lips, and we can't flirt with one another'.
Each time those words repeated themselves in my mind, I felt a few drops of tears release from my eyes.
I didn't want the relationship that me and my father just started to already end! What we were building together felt good. It felt right. I loved every second of it.
Why can't he be both to me? A father and a lover. Why must he only be one?!
I buried my face into my pillow and screamed.
I was so frustrated!
I cried myself to sleep no longer wanting to stay awake to deal with the pain.
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When I woke up it was dark outside.
I checked the time on my phone to see that it was 10:30.
"Damn, I really slept for over 8 hours?!" I said aloud to myself with disbelief.
I got up to go downstairs and get myself a cup of water.
I was parched.
At first I was confused as to why my throat felt so dry, but then I remembered.
I remembered how I had been crying and what had caused me to cry.
I tried to keep my emotions at bay. I told myself that I was just gonna have to accept things for how they were.
When I got downstairs I walked towards the cabinet in the kitchen that held the cups. I took one out and proceeded to pour myself some water.
I took a sip feeling relieved once the cool sensation went down my throat, helping to loosen it up a bit from how sore it felt from crying.
When I finished drinking my water I decided that I wanted some more.
As the cup was filling up I heard a sound come from the living room.
It sounded like a groan.
I turned off the water feeling scared, and decided that I better get to my room quickly, before whatever it was that made that sound got me.
As I was walking back to the staircase I started to see a figure approaching me.
Before my brain could even register what to do, the figure and I collided into each other.
The water that I was carrying splashed on to the both of us.
I soon realized that the figure was my father!
We both look at each other with sad and questioning eyes.
He was the first to speak.
"Honey... what are you doing up this late?"
It was clear that he had just woken up too as you could hear the sleep in his voice.
The raspiness of his voice sent shivers up my spine.
I could feel myself starting to get wet.
"Uh, I was just up getting water.... what are you doing up this late? And why are you sleeping in the living room?"
I've never seen my father sleep on the couch before.
Him and mom almost never argued, and when they did it was never to point of him getting kicked out of the room to go sleep on the couch.
"I knocked out there a couple hours ago, didn't have the energy to bring myself to bed, and I'm just up getting water... like you."
The awkward tension was growing with each passing second.
We both knew what happened earlier in the day, and we also knew that we had to talk to each other if we wanted to feel any sense of normalcy between one another.
I felt the tears starting to come back as I thought about everything he had told me.
I could see the pain in his face which told me that he didn't want what we had to stop either.
I managed to gather up enough strength to talk to him in a steady voice.
"Dad, I know you don't want to stop. I can see it all over your face."
"You may think that you'd be ruining your relationship with me as a father, but you have to realize that you'd be ruining any and all relationships that we have together going forth in life if you try to deprive us of the newfound feelings that we've grown for one another."
I could see the different and conflicting emotions that ran through him.
He wanted me as a lover but he just wasn't sure.
"Isabella... I- it's just not right."
"So you're telling me, that loving me isn't right?"
"No! That's not what I'm saying at all" he said with reassurance in his voice.
He grabbed hold of my shoulders and looked deeply into my eyes.
"I will always love you and I will never stop loving you"
"Of course I want to continue our new relationship, I loved every second of it... but it's just not something that we should be doing."
"Why!?" I argued back not understanding what the problem was.
"Ugh... because Bella. Because of the law, and society! If anyone were to ever find out what we did both our lives would be ruined and I'd go to jail!"
"No one can find out if we're careful, and keep it a secret just between me and you"
I brought my hand up to his face and caressed his cheek.
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