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I ended up at the park.  

I sat on a swing and silently push myself thinking of what the stranger said. 

“There is nothing you could have done to change what happened and that you should learn to accept that. I am not implying that you should ‘just get over it.’ but I am saying that even though it will take time and it may hurt, you should try and move on.”  

His words echoed in my mind. 

I looked at my phone for the time. It was about half an hour after school let out. I could go home. 

I walked through the garage door into the house and my father was there, waiting. 

 “Audra, where were you today?” 

I sighed and set down my things on the floor.

Lies ran through my head, which I knew would not work.  

There are some things you should know about my father.  

He is unfathomably attractive. I know you may think that’s gross, but it’s the truth.  

He has coffee brown hair that lays on his head falling every which way that makes it seam as if he has his own personal wind machine. His skin is tan, a bit more than that maybe and is with out a doubt flawless. His face is strong and rarely shows emotion. His voice is deep and I remember when I was younger it used to be warm, but now was cold and hard. He has black eyes that watch you and know what you’re thinking. That’s another thing about him. Its like, he really knows what you’re thinking.  

He is also unreasonably rich. I don’t understand how, but he is.

Also, he never seams to age. It sounds weird, but he doesn’t. Ever sense I was little he’s looked the same. Beautiful. 

I slightly mirror my father’s image with few differences between us; I have hazel eyes and long wavy black hair which come from my mother whom is no longer with us. But I do take on his dark flawless skin and perfect body.  

I thought back to the stranger in the coffee shop and thought about his face. My father. That’s what his strong features reminded me of. But not in a father figure way, just the beauty of him.  

“I asked you a question.” He stated again calmly. 

“Well…Tyron, he…left. To London. And I couldn’t put up a big enough front at school and so I…left.” 

I was a good 4 feet from him and I had no clue what to do.

Then something showed on his face that I hadn’t seen sense I was younger: pain. 

“Well then, are you well now?” 

I nodded, still shock by the emotion. 

“Fine. You are restricted for the rest of the night. If you get hungry call Martha and she will bring you your food. Other than that, stay in your room.” 

Now that I thought about it, the stranger and my father, they spoke in a similar way; old fashioned. But my father possessed no accent.  

I nodded once again. It was only fair that I acquiesced to his demand; after all I had skipped the whole day of school. 

I silently made my way to my room. 

As I sat in my room, my thoughts turned to Tyron and all the good times we had. I thought of how much I would miss him and his affable personality.  

Then my thoughts turned to the stranger in the coffee shop.  

He looked so much like someone I had seen before.  

Then it hit me.  

When I was younger, five or six maybe, I remember my mother and father having company over. I remember asking myself why they always looked so beautiful. Like princes and princesses from some far away kingdom I knew nothing about.

Now that I was thinking about it, people like that come in and out of my house all the time. 

I let my thoughts wander around the memories and eventually pushed them away.

I missed my mother, but I some how still felt her presence in our house.  

I called Martha and asked her to bring me dinner.  

Martha was one of our house keepers and cooks. She reminded me also of one of the beautiful people that used to embody my house when I was younger. She had pale skin that was also flawless and light brown hair. She also had black eyes that seamed all knowing. 

Those all knowing eyes never ceased to amaze me. She some how knew that I was feeling sad so with dinner she brought the two all time comforters; Ben and Jerry.  

I cried myself to sleep that night, again grateful for my sound proof walls.