Monday, December 28, 2009

Chapter 12


Megan waited till her mother was gone before she spoke.
“That’s really not necessary, I can find my own way.”
He sagged back, staring at her, folding his arms on his chest.
“Miss independence I see. You don’t bullshit me honey. You might look tough to the rest of the world, but you don’t fool me. So stop being brave, let someone take care of you for once. “
“I don’t need to be taken care of. I’m a big girl now.”
She bit her lip the moment she said it.
“Well that I can see. You’ve grown up quite nicely if I may say so.”
A dainty hand raked helplessy through the mass of curls.
“Listen here Jon. I really appreciate you offer to wait. But I don’t need your help and I sure as hell don’t need your flirting either. So could you please leave me alone with my dad?”
Dark eyes pinned him down. Her voice was soft yet insistent.
Megan tried to put up a brave face. Her nerves were shot and if he didn’t go now, she knew she might burst out in tears and even fling herself into those inviting arms. She remembered how those arms felt around her, the play of his hands on her skin…
She closed her eyes for a moment, reliving the past.
Jon took it as a dismissal and he stood up. Not sure what he felt. Anger? Disappointment? Hurt?
“I’ll go. Let me just give you directions.”
“It wont be necessary. I have the directions. Thanks.”
She heard a slight movement and found Jon standing next to the bed. His hand lifted her face gently towards him.
“What happened to the Megan I knew? Where is that carefree kid?”
“She died 8 years ago and like a Phoenix, another wiser, stronger Megan rose from the ashes. I needed to grow up Jon and fast.”
“Growing up doesn’t mean you have to lose the laughter in your life, baby.”
“For me it did. Please Jon I’m tired. I can’t do this know.” The pleading in her eyes tugged at his heart.
His hand fell to his side. A deep breath expanded his chest and caught her attention.
Silence grew until it almost exploded but neither of them dared to acknowledge it.
Megan turned her head towards her father, breaking the moment. Jon sighed, rubbing his hands over his jean clad butt.
“See you at home then.”

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