Last year my parents decided they didn’t love each other anymore and got divorced. No one asked me if this was okay, but I guess my opinion did not matter much to them at the time. I figured we would get through it and things would remain halfway normal, except I would have two home’s instead of one, spending half my time at my mothers and the other half of the time at my fathers. I did not know at the time how wrong I was. After the divorce was final, my father accepted a promotion though his work, which led him to live on the other side of the country. I begged him not to go, but he told me it was what he had to do, and he was gone, leaving me to live with my mother. For the entire school year I was angry at my father, mostly for leaving me behind to live with my now crazy mother. Growing up she was normal, the kind of mom people expected to have, but as soon as my father left, she changed. She turned into the woman who was on dates every friday night and didn’t come home at times because she was to busy getting laid. So by the time summer came around, I had a great amount of resentment for both of the people who meant the world to me. “Addison,” my mother’s voice called through the house, pulling me from my thoughts. “Addison honey, are you home?” I slowly got up from my bed and made my way out into the living room where my mother was sitting with her new “boyfriend” or whatever he was supposed to be to her. Instantly I wanted to turn around, but she motioned for me to sit down on the couch beside her, so I did. “What’s up,” I asked her, looking back and forth between the two of them. “Well,” she began, looking to him for what looked like support. “Kyle and I are going to be going to France for the rest of the Summer.” “What?” I asked, slightly angered, “You are going to leave me here by myself while you go have sex with some guy you barely know in France?” “Addison,” my mother raised her voice at me, “You do not speak to your mother that way, more so when there are people in the house. You apologize to Kyle right now.” “I am not apologizing to anyone,” I yelled, standing up and heading towards my room, “running away with the boyfriend Sex hikayeleri does not make you a good enough mother to deserve an apology.” Slamming the door behind me, I flung myself on my bed and cried. I just wanted them to leave now so I could get on with my summer. Well that is what I thought. That was three days ago, and am I sitting at home by myself, doing whatever I please while my mother is in France? No. I get to be sitting on a plane, headed to the middle of nowhere to stay with my father, the man I had not talked to in the past six months. This summer was already sucking and it was only bound to get worse. ********** Day two at my fathers house. Still not having a great time. He is never here, which strangely makes things a lot better. I have not been interested in seeing him as it is anyways. I see him in passing through the halls and we do not talk. So basically its like being at home by myself, minus my friends, cable and people. My father works for some farming company and he lives out in the middle of fucking nowhere. Like the closest neighbor to him is a mile away. Being as I am 16 and still yet to get my license, I am stuck here with nothing to do. If it was not for the fact that my father has the internet, I would probably have offed myself the first day. You are now logged on addybaby01: anyone interested in chatting? I am seriously bored. harleyman: I would be more then happy to keep you company. addybaby01: that would be awesome. I am Addy, 16/f/Unknown, what about you? harleyman: Well I am Richard. I am 37 Male and also from places unknown, is that okay? addybaby01: That is cool. How come you are not at work or something, its like 10 am. Well here it is anyways. harleyman: Well it is my day off, well my few days off actually. I worked most weekends, so my days off tend to be in the middle of the week. addybaby01: That is cool, what do you do for a living? If that is okay for me to ask? harleyman: I am a bartender actually. Not very exciting I know. addybaby01: Seems pretty exciting to me. Anyways, that is how it all began. I had made a new friend named Richard. Sure he was older but we got along great Sikiş hikayeleri and we chatted about everything. For some reason I could talk to him about anything and I think that he felt the same way. We talked for a few weeks though messanger and email, then he asked if he could text me, and though I was a little nervous, we exchanged numbers and began texting. We talked all day now. When we weren’t online, we were texting. Even if he was at work, every free moment he had, he was texting me and reverse. I was glad that I had free texting or else questions would arise from my parents. Text to him: What are you up to? Text from him: Not a lot, just got home. What are you up to? Text to him: Sitting around, doing not a damn thing Lol Text from him: Would you be interested in chatting on the phone? I did not respond right away. Did I want to hear his voice? Would I be able to talk to him without completely freaking out or panicking? What if he did not like the way that I sounded or if I sounded like a stupid child over the phone? I was not sure if I was ready for this, but I did not want to ruin what we had going. Text to him: Sure when? Text from him: Tonight around 9? Text to him: Can we make it 10? Text from him: That works for me. Would you like me to be the one to call? Text to him: Yes, that would make it easier. Text from him: Alright, I will call you at ten. Text to him: Alright. So how was your day? We went on chatting like normal after that, but there were still a million nerves bunching themselves together in my stomach. Was I making the wrong decision? Should I tell him not to call? By the time 9:45 rolled around, I knew that it was then to late, the decision had been made, he was going to be calling soon. I anxiously paced back and forth in my room. My dad had come home about an hour ago, grabbed something to eat and locked himself in his room. I was not sure if he was asleep or not, but I knew that he was not going to be bothering me. Though we were talking more and more now, we still gave each other space and left things to brief conversations. Plus, his room was far enough away that he would not notice Erotik hikaye I was on the phone, so I knew I did not have to worry, about him at least. Ring As the ringer on my cell phone went off I jumped. I knew the call was coming, but for some reason, deep down, I did not believe it to be true. As I pulled the phone up and noticed his name across the screen, I debated whether I should answer it or not. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, I pushed the talk button and pulled the phone to my ear. “Hello,” I whispered in a nervous, cracked voice. I almost couldn’t even get my simple hello out, as the words got choked in my throat. “Wow,” he whispered on the other end. “It’s one thing knowing you are real, its another hearing it.” “Yeah,” was all that I could respond with. “How are you,” he asked, as if he was not sure what else to say. “I am okay,” I said softly, as I sat myself down on my bed. “How are you?” “I am great now,” he said with a slight nervous laugh, “it is so good to finally hear you.” There was a brief pause. I tried to talk, but words were not coming to mind. So many things were going through my head, before he began to talk again. “I have imagined for the longest time what you sounded like.” He said with a bit of a calm coming over him, as if he was getting more comfortable talking to me. I hoped that I could get there soon as well. “But you sound much more amazing then I imagined, thats for sure.” “Same to you,” I said with a blush, thankful that he could not see me. “So what are you doing right now,” he asked me with curiosity. I looked around my room and then down at my legs. Unsure of what to say, I laid back against my bed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking of the best answer. “Just laying here,” I answered, wondering why it was so hard just to come up with three simple words that were the truth to begin with. “Yeah,” he said quietly, “same here.” “Cool,” I responded, hoping that he would take more control of the conversation because I was at a complete loss of words. “You all ready for bed,” he asked. “Yeah,” I said with a small nervous laugh, “It is ten after all. You know me, can’t seem to keep myself up late.” “Yeah,” he laughed, a real honest laugh this time. “I know better then to message you after eleven. If I do, gotta wait until the next day for an answer.” I smiled, as things seemed to be relaxing between us. “So Addy,” he began, “what is it that you wear to bed.
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