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Sure it's fine Josy we're friends now and friends always share . We were a family of four ,my mom ,dad,my brother and I . My dad was a drunkard who always had bills to pay but even still we were happy. I was quite young then but I remember my dad running away from home because the police were after him .After that day we heard nothing more of him.

He was my best friend. He was the one I trusted with any secret, including who I was. Then, there was Sophia —otherwise known as Sophie— with her hazel green eyes and silky blonde hair. She was perfect. "Hmmm, but you can have more than two friends. Look at your dad." Mom's words drew both mine and Dad's attention. "He has a lot of friends." Dad shook his head at me but smiled at mom when she looked at him. Dad was a businessman. I doubt all the people he knew were called friends.

“Sorry.” She looked thoughtful, gnawing on her lower lip. It was her habit to worry her poor lip when she wanted to say something. I learned to sit tight and let her get it out when she was good and ready. “You are not the only guy my dad knows in the world of shipping.” “What do you mean?” “We were talking the other day. He told me he is very good friends with a local guy that owns a shipping company. It isn’t one of the biggest ones, but he does own a few ships.”

my dad said, turning to glance at his best friend and they both giggled. “What do you mean dad?“ I frowned. “I heard he got beaten up by some men, maybe he got himself involved in trouble, well whoever beat him up, did us a great job,” I turned to Mr Mattias who was still standing by the door. There was no single expression on his face, there was usually none. Was it him? no he wouldn't. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “You both should stay for breakfast,” Mr Mattias said. “Oh Matt, you know I still have work to attend to at the office, I just need to drive Shimma home and then head back to the office, thank you for yesterday brother,” my dad said then he turned back to me.

my voice came out nervously, and I prayed she wouldn't notice the lies in my voice. "Come on, Scarlett. Don't make it look like a big deal. If my dad had such a hot man as a friend, I wouldn't mind going over to stay with him for some time whenever my parents travel..." she paused and rolled her eyes before she continued. "Sadly, my dad gathered a bunch of obesed men for friends. The sight of them even makes my skin crawl. Gosh!" I burst into laughter. "It's not funny, girl. Sometimes I wonder why my dad would be friends with such people. It's sad," she rubbed her temple, and I laughed.

“This means the world to me.” He smiled back, and for a moment, all the worries of my confused feelings about my father faded into the background. “Always here for you, Rochelle. That’s what friends are for.” I shot him a look and asked, “Just friends?”

"So, I got curious." She paused for a moment, as if recollecting her memories in one place. "I'm not entirely sure, but I heard from your Dad that he had a serious relationship in the past. After it ended on a bad note, he never pursued relationships again." "What else do you know?"

he smiles. He is a lovely guy, one of the first from the pack I met, and now a close friend of my Dad. Always made a point to stay and chat to me if he saw me around, and forever offering to help with DIY if I needed him to, like he was trying to be another Dad, like Gabe and Manny’s Dad’s do too. All very sweet of them.

My father had only cussed at me a few times before, and only when I did something really, really bad—like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night or clog the toilet with all of Mom’s lipsticks after we fought. The disappointment and anger in his voice had me shaking. “We met weeks ago.” “You said that,” Mom snapped. I resisted sending her an angry look. Any aggression on my part would only make things worse. Dad gruffly cleared his throat. “He hasn’t said anything about this to me.” I eagerly leaned forward. “That’s because we didn’t know you two were friends until last weekend at the fundraiser. And I wouldn’t let him tell you. I wanted to let you know myself.”

It might sound foolish; but dad's initials are of his; and no one, not even mom, knows about it; it just feels like yesterday, the two days before dad went on a trip, and he was proclaimed dead; before that, he had showed this initials to me; he advised me not to over pass this initials, and anytime he sends a message, I would know he is the one. And now; I am reading the letter he supposedly wrote to Drake to give to me. I exhaled deeply, the strong air came out from my mouth as I began to read dad's letter; from what I get; dad was happy; he is telling me about his friend, Drake's dad and said; he'd one day make me meet his friends family.But if he couldn't, he will send this letter and ho