Desire To Love by Madeline Piper (year 7 reading list txt) 📕

Allura

“Why’d you do it?” The old cop screamed in my ears. He crashed his fists against the metal table and glared intently at me. A smirk played on my lips and I crossed my arms across my chest. It pleasures me to see how these cops takes interest in my ‘small, harmless’ crime. I mean all I did was TP’d my neighbor’s garage with a couple of other friends. It’s not like I killed a person.
I brought my hand to my mouth and yawned obviously telling the man that I’m not interested. To my crappy luck he couldn’t have been more oblivious. He sighed and walked out of the room leaving me to ‘think about what I’ve done’. When alone I felt a sense of abandonment and I was about to cry out in sadness. I didn’t think what I did was that bad. Come to think of it that cranky old witch deserved what she got.
The blinding white light shone down on my face forcing me to squint my eyes and even the heat that radiated didn’t help the feel of the cold winter air. A chubby man entered the interrogation room that I occupied a few minutes later. He wore a white linen shirt that tucked into a black well ironed pant, black shoes and a gray felt hat. Suspenders peeked from his gray jacket and they looked worn out. I figured it was from his huge beer gut. He gazed at me with his tired blue eyes that looked nothing but friendly but his facial expression was rock hard.
“Now little lady, why in the world would you go out in the freezing cold and throw toilet paper at that old ladies house? Didn’t you know there will be consequences?” His tone sounded playful although he looked drained. "I get that a lot. Wanna be popular's. It's hard to fit in in this generation. Tell you what, how about I let you off with a warning. That’ll make both of us happy.” He makes his way on the opposite side of the table and draws a seat. “Would you like that?” He whispers.
I raise my eyebrows and inch forward. “Is this a good cop, bad cop act? Because if it is it isn’t working.” I tried to make my tone sound serious but I couldn’t help but smirk. I recline back into my seat and out stretched my legs beneath the table. Good cop adjusts his hat and clears his throat before nodding and escorted me out of the room.
My father sat in a chair outside of the room and his face was buried in his hands. He looked up at me with disappointment in his eyes. I wouldn’t blame him, who would want a delinquent daughter running loose in their home town? My father is a sweet loving man who always looked out for me even in the harshest of times and that’s why I love him. He, as well as the good cop looked tired. I may have dragged him out of bed with this incident. Dad stood and shook the cop’s hand who was gripping my shoulders rather tightly. I shook my way from his grip and ran to my dad wrapping my arms around him.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered and buried my face in his snow covered coat. I felt his hand touch my hair and he pressed his cheek to mines.
“It’s ok honey.” He replies. My father is such a patient man. He had to be in the state my mother was in and I was thankful for that. “Thanks Bill but I think I’ll take it from here. She needs some rest.” I looked up at Bill in the most innocent way and smiled. He only tilted his hat and winked. Pedophile.

Outside was colder than I’d expected. The snow blazed across the tar street and the winds knocked me from side to side. I clung to my father until we made it to his car. At least I felt safe with him. When he helped me in we took a moment to re-warm ourselves. The quietness was overwhelming.
“This is the third time this year, Lure.” He casually says knocking some snow from his coat. He calls me Lure because he says I ‘lure’ attention to myself. I would always retaliate and say “Give me one example, Chum.” I loved our relationship but from since my mother passed it’s been hard to stay on the same page.
“Dad, it was a harmful prank. No one got hurt.” I shrugged and ran my fingers through my long curly dirty blonde hair. I stared through the window as the vehicle began to move. We didn’t speak for a while we just listened to the game on the radio. That’s one thing we enjoyed, sports. I missed our routine game watching day with mom. She and dad would always quarrel over who the winners would be. I smiled to myself as a single tear rolled down my cheek.
“Lure, is everything ok?” Dad finally speaks. I quickly wipe away the tear and force a smile then turned to face him.
“Why wouldn’t I be? Look am sorry dad, it seemed to be a good idea at the time. Mrs. Newsome deserved it but if it makes you feel any better I regret it.” I sounded convincing but not as convincing as I’d hoped. Everyone who knew my dad knew it was hard to fool a lawyer.
He chuckled. “Where did we get you from?”
“A basket on your doorstep. That explains why I look nothing like you.” I laughed and he soon joined.
“You’re right but you look so much like your mother. Both so beautiful… I miss her.” His smile faded and he gazed back to the street. It was filled with longing. I was about to say I miss her too but mentioning that will only make more tension build in the car and I am on the verge of bursting into tears myself. I suck in air and released it slowly.
We approached a red light and I felt my father relax in his seat. I dared to look at him and in the one streak of light that hit his face I saw a tear. I couldn’t wrap my finger around how we haven’t been able to overcome her death. It’s been a year, today…her anniversary. It will be a nightmare to stay in a house of cries and sadness. I needed to get out for just one night, this night.
I popped the door open and climbed out. I heard my father calling after me as I ran down the deserted street. He didn’t follow me so I figured he thought I needed time to myself.
Not sure where to go I made my way to the park. It was also empty and covered with snow. The wind continued to knock me about so I sat at the nearest bench. I plopped onto the seat and washed my hands over my face. Minutes passed before I finally let myself cry a storm.
I cried until I was interrupted by a thud at a tree not too far from where I sat. The time was around 1:30. I was freezing by this point and couldn’t generate enough strength to face the noise. All that was possible for me to do was wait.
“Hello?” A smooth husky voice said. I turned to face the man that spoke and was met with a pleasant gaze. He was gorgeous. Even in the dark I could see his piercing blue eyes glistening in the moonlight. His black hair fluttered in the lightened wind and his pale soft skin looked astounding. I was frozen both literally and metaphorically.
“H-hi.” I stuttered. He made his way over and sat next to me stretching out his hand.
“Why are you out here so early in the morning? You look like you’re freezing.” He stripped his jacket and threw it around my shoulders.
“Problems but I’m fine, thanks. Why are you out here? Shouldn’t you be playing video games or something?” I joked.
“That’s a funny comment for a delinquent.”
“How do you know that? I’m nothing but a nice kind hearted girl.” I batted my eyes in a flirtatious way. He pressed closer to me and I felt his hot breath dance across my cheek.
“Nice or naughty?” He purred. I forced a laugh and my ears suddenly began to regain feeling from the blush. I somewhat felt unusually comfortable around him yet I don’t even know his name. Also he looks strangely familiar and I figured he has noticed my watching him because his eyes met mines and a smile grew on his perfect pink lips. His ocean blue eyes gave my plain hazel green eyes the illusion that I’m swimming at a beach in Hawaii. Butterflies stirred in my stomach and the urge to press my lips to his was intolerable. He only stayed silent.
My eyes regretfully peeled from his after a while and diverted to the mucky ground. It was now getting brighter as the sun peeked above the east to say ‘wake up world’. I looked back to see the gorgeous man’s face but discovered he was long gone. Had it been that long I sat here? My father may be worried sick but at this moment I was happy, care free, confused, and star struck. Then again aren’t I always?
I slowly rose from the bench and proceeded in walking home with the man still on my mind. Time seemed to be passing me quickly today because I found myself at my doorsteps not long after. A smile stayed on my face when I trudged up the stairs leading to my great Victorian. I peered through the window to see my father sleeping in my mother’s loveseat. I could imagine the crying he must have done. I sucked in deeply before I opened the door trying at best not to awake him.
I closed the old oak door and tip toed across the hardwood floors that led to where he slept. His face was soaked with tears as expected and his eyes were puffy and black. I leaned over and softly pressed my lips to his forehead and whispered, “I love you, dad.”
There was no reply.
I spun on my heels and crept up the stairs to my room.
Our house is quite big for a house in Canada. It was furnished like a snow caped cabin in the mountains yet that’s where we are. With wooden floors, recyclable lights and soft fury furniture’s. My room was fairly big as well. A huge bed hung from the ceiling took half the space up and it rested in the far corner of the room. A computer desk occupied the north wall and a walk in closet at the west. The walls were violet covered and the drapes were cream with patterned daisies. My family had such expensive taste when it came to luxuries and I inherited it.
I scanned the room to see if anything was out of place but everything was where I’d left it except for an envelope on my desk. Not bothering to look at it I plopped into bed where sleep instantly took over.

Hours later I was awoken by the voice and shaking of my father. He was dressed in an apron when my eyes finally opened and a gentle expression on his face.
“Hi dad.” I murmured as I rolled onto my back to get