Loneliness- Last chapter (part 22)

So this is the last part of Loneliness because I decided to cut it down from 24 parts to 22 because it seem to me, I lack the idea on what to write anymore and I feel horrible about it. But I would also like to say that I feel quite happy that it is now finish so I could focus on writing on my other one and hopefully I'll get it publish. I want to thank anyone who's still reading this, has been reading it or read it before. It really means a lot to me so thank you. I appreciate it a lot.

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I told Freddie about what happened at the antique store and that I found out a piece of information about my family that I never knew about. "Probably they didn't tell you because they didn't want you to feel sad or anything. You were still a kid back then," Freddie said and I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I sighed and closed my eyes, holding Freddie closer to me. "Hey, you should probably talk to your dad about this."

"Yeah, you're right," I said and released myself away from Freddie and sat upright. "I should go talk to him." Just as soon as I was ready to leave, he pulled me and I crashed onto the bed next to him. "What are you doing?" I asked looking sternly at him. "I'm going home, I need to talk to Dad. It was your idea anyway," I said.

"Not now you nitwit, cuddle with me tonight. Lucas is working late so we have the house to ourselves," he smiled pulling me back into his arms and started kissing my cheek rapidly.

I giggled and pushed his face away but he kissed me anyway. "Thanks," I said and meant it with all of my heart.

"What for?" he asked with eyes closed and I felt his warm lips against my cheek.

"Everything. You changed my life a lot over these past few weeks and I'm grateful," I replied in all honesty, turning my head over to face his perfect face. "Thanks," I said again and gave me a soft peck on the lips.

"Don't worry. You're just gonna have to get use to it," he giggled pulling me in closer and I felt his chest against my breasts. "That feels nice," he joked.

"Dork," I said pushing myself away from him and we both laughed. "What time is it?"

"I don't know. I don't really care as long as you're here with me."

"Cheesy," I said and pushed him to the side and got on top of me. His body were in between my legs and he opened his eyes and that little smirk of his sparked the whole room. "Am I cheesy as well now?" I giggled.

"Mhmm," he grinned and a lighting of lust struck his eyes. It wasn't appropriate yet because we haven't been going out for that long and I wanted to wait. Instead, I went in for a kiss and we returned soft and long passionate kiss. Our legs intertwined and bodies touched, our tongues danced in each other's mouth back and forth, I could feel his warm fingertips tracing at the small of my back. He moved from my lips and down to my neck, my fingers ran through his hair. We sat down and I wrapped my legs around his waist and from my neck, he moved slowly back up to my chin, my cheeks and then my lips.

The time was moving but it felt like it wasn't and I lay on top of him still sharing a loving, passionate kiss. I wished that this would last; us, me and Freddie, and I feel like I belong whenever I was with him. At this time, I wish I knew what he was thinking and I hope he knew how strong my love for him has grown ever since he moved in right next door to me. It was almost as if fate wanted me to be happy and not sad anymore.

FREDDIE'S SHORT POV:

I never knew she had it in her, and she's such a great kisser. Her lips were so soft and sweet, I don't want it to leave mine, ever. Her petite and cute body were on top of me and she looked beautiful even in the dark. Her emerald eyes shined brighter than the stars and her perfect complexion melted my heart. She was looking effortlessly perfect and I grabbed her closer to me; I want to make her feel safe, protected and I want to take all of her problems in the world away. I want to show her how deep and affectionate my love for her and I want her to know that.

She moved from me tiredly and lay down next to me, smiling the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. "Are you okay?" I whispered and kissed her one last time before we both pass out due to tiredness. She nodded, eyes closed and she fell asleep on my chest. I wonder if she could hear the sound of my heart beating whenever I was with her.

"Your heart is beating so fast." Jenny said and I felt more nervous than ever. Calmly, I hugged her tightly and waited until she fell asleep. "I love the the sound of your heart, it makes me calm." She said after a few minutes of quietness in the dark and then in a nanosecond, we both fell asleep in each other's arms and all the problems in the world went away.

Jenny's POV:

I woke up the next morning next to Freddie and smiled. My eyes were heavy and I looked at his alarm clock on the bedside table. It was 8 in the morning and I decided that I should have my 'dad and daughter' talk today so I got up silently, and left through our secret passage way which is basically his window. He groaned softly and I looked over my shoulder and he was still sleeping peacefully. As soon as I got to my room, I closed the curtains and quickly took my shower. I threw on a white t-shirt with a simple black short shorts and a pair of purple converse. I put on fresh eye make up and dried my long straight hair with my towel before I combed it.

I went downstairs and found Bob sitting on the chair, still in his robe drinking his morning coffee with today's newspapers in his hands. "Morning dad," I approached him.

"Jenny, you're up and ready early. Going somewhere?" he asked with folding the paper and took off his reading glasses. I shook my head and smiled sitting down on the empty chair right next to him. "You want a cup?" he offered me and got off from his chair, got to the counter and pour a fresh cup of coffee for me. "Here you go."

"Thanks Dad," I said taking a sip of my coffee. He smiled at me and sat back down on the chair next to me and unfold his papers and started reading them again. "Um, Dad, did you know where me and Annie went yesterday?" I asked him because he seemed so relaxed. If I knew Bob, he would freak out and starts to panic when people (me especially) found out about personal matter like this.

Suddenly, he looked at me with grieve and put his papers down. Taking off his glasses, he sighed. "I'm sorry Jen. I was stupid not to tell you about it," he apologized and I saw the sincerity in his eyes.

"It's fine. I just didn't know why you had to sell the box, I mean yeah I would've been sad because it would remind me of Mom having a bad childhood and bad years of her life but you didn't have to sell it," I finally said what has been playing in my head since yesterday. He took in a deep breath and gave in a long sigh. "I would've love that box, it looks really pretty as well," I smiled at my dad. For the first time, he looked quite fragile and I saw the sadness in his eyes. "Are you okay dad?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry Jen. I shouldn't have sold the music box should I?" he chuckled and held my hand. I shook my head smiling to make the situation less awkward. I love my dad. Other than Freddie, he's the other important man in my life and he's always been important and always will be. I held my dad's hand tighter, "remember when you were 10 and you use to come home everyday after school and we would paint while listening to some music from that old record player?" Bob suddenly laughed looking back at the memories.

"Yeah, that was a long time ago." I said feeling really happy and sad at the same time. The memories came to life as we spoke of it and it was crystal clear in my head. I was reliving the day I was 10 years old. I would came back home after school and searched for my dad and he would always be around at the garden planting or harvesting. Then, I would shouted excitedly and he would pick me up in the air with his dirty, muddy hand but I didn't care. We would go to the living room, threw sheets of old newspapers on the floor, took the big canvas and water paints out with big brushes and started painting. He would put on some of mom's favourite music and we would dance to it. Sometimes, Bob would filled paints inside balloons and we would throw them at the canvas.

I always spend my time with Bob because ever since I was little, I always lack the courage to make new friends so my only friend were Bob and Annie and it was enough. "We should do that again sometime before I die. Freddie keep kidnapping you from me," he chuckled releasing my hand. I laughed along with him sheepishly and nodded.

"You know, it's still early in the morning and Annie hasn't woken up yet so we could do it now and have enough time to clean the living room before she wakes up," I suggested feeling excited now that I have the chance to relive my childhood. It was all coming back to me now; I didn't have such a bad childhood after all. Sure I had no friends, or anyone particular to talk to but I had my dad and I was grateful for that. And I've always been grateful for my dad. He looked at me excitedly and got up from the chair faster than lighting.

"You're right! We should!" he shouted. "Come on, let's go." We went to the garage to take our old painting canvas, old stacks of newspapers and our brushes and water coloured paints. I carried the canvas and the paint brushes while Bob carried the paints and old newspapers from two to three years ago. We pushed the sofa and coffee table to the side of the room and place loads of old papers on the floor. Then, we put the canvas on the stand and flipped through the old painting and mess we did on the giant piece of paper and laughed about it.

"Okay dad, you first," I said. He dipped in the dry paint brush into the water paint and drew squiggly lines on the canvas and started dancing. "Wait! Wait!" I yelled excitedly. I ran over to the cabinet placed next to the TV and took out the old record player. "We haven't use this thing for ages," I said and disturbed dust danced in the air as the sunlight shone through the window. I took out the old records such as The Smiths which was mom's favourite band, or so I was told and put on the classic rock record.

"Play 'I Want the One I Can't Have'. That was your mom's favourite," Bob told me. I did as I was told and started swaying to it. We put on plastic apron so that our shirt won't get paint on it. Me and my dad danced and painted ridiculous things on the canvas and it wasn't artistic at all. Mom loved painting and she was artistic but not us. He filled in paints in the balloons and we threw them at the canvas in a distance. We laughed and then Annie came down,

"What in the world is going on?" she asked, hands on her waist standing in the living room in her pink robe. Me and Bob looked at each other and hid the brushes behind our backs and started giggling because there was paint everywhere. "Why didn't you guys wake me up?! I want to join you as well!" Annie demanded and the pair of us laughed it off. Bob kissed her and I handed her a brush. We spent the whole morning making a mess in the living room whilst dancing to the music.

After a few hours, we cleaned the place and ate lunch together. Annie had the day off and Bob stayed home for us both. After lunch, Freddie came over to my room and I told him about the memories and what me and Bob did today. "Aw, I would've love to join you. Hopefully I will, we'll all do that one day. You, me, your parents and my dad. We'd be a one big happy family," he said hugging me. I smiled and I was grateful for today. I realized just how much I love my dad, and my stepmother and also Freddie. I don't know how it happened, or what God's plans was for me but I didn't question it. Whatever He has for me in the future, I was ready for it and hopefully, it'll be like this. I wasn't lonely anymore, I had everything I needed right there.