How did you want me to understand you?
Sadie's pov
It's been about ten to fifteen minutes since we left the bar, and Daisy has been giving me the silent treatment ever since we got into her car. It's clear that she's angry with me. We had a small argument before getting in the car, and once she started driving, she remained silent even when I tried to start a conversation. This wasn't how Daisy had planned our night at the bar to go. She had wanted me to have a one-night stand as a way to get over my crush on Leo. But it wasn't my fault. It was the six men who approached me, showing interest from the beginning, only to leave without coming back after a few minutes. Deep down, I was actually relieved they left because my crush happened to be my best friend's dad, someone I couldn't even mention, or let Daisy know about.
After driving for another ten minutes or so, I felt that the silence in the car wasn't healthy, and I knew I had to change the situation. I tried and turned my face towards her face, but she purposely turned away and frowned. I couldn't let this continue. She wanted the best for me, and it seemed like I wasn't appreciating her efforts.
"Daisy, can I say something?" I asked, recalling my initial intention to start a conversation when we got in the car, but she had refused. She kept my response pending for several seconds before saying,
"What do you want to tell me that will change the current situation?"
"I want to make you understand..."
"Understand what?" She was so angry that she stopped the car by the side of the road, turning her face towards me.
"How do you want me to understand you? You had opportunities. Several men approached you, and one after the other, you sent them away..."
"That's the point I want to clarify," I interrupted her. "I didn't send any of those men away. They left on their own and never came back."
"How do you expect me to believe you? I had the chance to go with one of them, but I said I came with my boyfriend so that you could have a choice of men to choose from."
Her firm stance started to upset me, but I didn't want to voice or show my anger as it would only complicate things further.
"I'll only be satisfied when you tell me that those men who approached us weren't your type, that's all I need. But telling me you didn't drive them away, I'll never believe you. From the beginning, you didn't like the idea of going to the bar for your sake," she said. Then she started the car engine and began driving home.
I decided to stay quiet because I was already angry. Angry because she wanted me to accept something I didn't want or did. Silence seemed to be the best response to control her temper.
"...these were men you could have chosen from and developed a relationship with. As the relationship progressed, you would gradually forget about Leo." She paused for a moment, and a few minutes later, she continued.
"If I had known, I would have stayed there to listen to the conversations. That's what I regret not doing. I would have heard what you told them. It seems that as soon as they sat down and had a brief discussion with you, they would leave..."
I remained silent until we arrived home. As the car's headlights illuminated the front of the house, we saw Justin opening the front door and quickly entering as if he had just returned from somewhere. I don't know if Daisy noticed him, and due to my anger, I didn't bother to tell her. When she stopped the car, I got out and went inside the house. Thinking the door was open because I saw Justin entering, I placed my hand on the doorknob and tried to open it, but it was locked. So, I knocked. This small delay allowed Daisy to catch up with me, and we both stood at the door as it opened.
The first thing I noticed on Justin's face was a smile, probably thinking that we might have a little chat at the door.
"Welcome! You ladies are back," Justin said, but I didn't say a word, and my anger was evident on my face.
"Daisy, what happened?" he asked. "Why is Sadie so angry?" I wanted to hear Daisy's response, so I intentionally slowed my pace to listen as I was going to my room.
"We had a small disagreement as friends, and we'll sort it out," she replied, and Daisy left her dad and followed me. When I entered my room, I vented my anger by slamming the door shut. The loud banging sound made Daisy hesitate to enter my room, and she stood at the door.
She waited for a few seconds before saying, "I'm sorry. I understand what you're going through."
"No, you don't," I replied.
"Please, can I come inside?" she asked.
"You can, but I just want to sleep," I said, assuming she would go to her room. Surprisingly, she opened the door, and this time, I was changing into my nightgown. The next thing she did melted my heart — she walked up to me and embraced me. I wasn't expecting it, and gradually, I placed my hands on her body.
"I'm sorry. I just want to help," she said.
"I understand," I replied.
"Are you sure?" She pulled away slightly and looked at my face.
"Yes."
"Then why are you crying?" She noticed my tears.
"I'll be fine," I said, and she wiped away my tears.
"It's just a matter of time, and you'll get through this," she said, embracing me once more.
"You need to rest. We can talk more tomorrow." We hugged one last time, and she waited until I lay down on my bed before leaving my room and gently closing the door, bringing the day to a peaceful end.
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Justin's pov
I suppose my actions caused a misunderstanding between my daughter and Sadie. I heard the sound of her banging the door of her room. It wasn't my fault, but I needed to take action, and not just any action, I needed to act quickly. In front of me, Daisy was planning to remove Sadie's bra while they were about to go to the bar. How would I be able to handle such words? My mind wandered off, imagining how Sadie's breasts would move when I touched her shoulders.
Luckily, neither Daisy nor Sadie noticed me at the bar. Thanks to my friend Cyril, who helped me out. As soon as Daisy and Sadie left the house, I immediately called him and arranged to meet at the bar they were heading to. I sat in my car as I discussed with Cyril and kept a close eye on Sadie.
"When you see a guy sitting near her, quietly whisper the following words into his ear, or if possible, ask him to step away from his chair. When you have a moment alone with him, tell him that the lady he's talking to is a member of the Genovese family, and her boyfriend is on his way."
Just mentioning the name Genovese was enough to strike fear into anyone, as the Genovese family was notorious for their brutal activities.
For me, it was a success, but for Daisy and Sadie, it led to a serious misunderstanding, and my conscience started to trouble me. I don't think I can sleep like this.
As I was about to get up from my chair in the living room, I contemplated what to say to Sadie when I entered her room. Conflicting thoughts filled my mind. I knew it was Daisy who was trying to set Sadie up with a guy. Was Sadie upset because the guys kept leaving her, or did she completely disagree with Daisy's plan? If she was displeased with Daisy's plan, she wouldn't have gone out with her in the first place. Can I tell her that I can offer her more than what those guys could? It would be helpful to understand her thoughts and know what to say. But that wouldn't stop me from going into Sadie's room. I couldn't sleep knowing that I was the cause of her sadness.
A few minutes later, I found myself standing in front of Sadie's door, gently knocking. I wanted to comfort her in her moment of sorrow and, if possible, have a chance to hold her close to satisfy my longing emotions. When I didn't hear a response, I knocked again. Suddenly, the door opened, and there stood Sadie. The first thing I said was,
"Can I come inside?" Our eyes met, locked in a moment of uncertainty.
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