𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 4: 𝐒𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬

Olivia's POV

I took a breath before I got out of the car. I walked towards the steps & opened the door.

"I'm home Dad!"

"I'm in the kitchen sweetie" He exclaimed.

I threw my backpack behind the flower pot & threw my other stuff in front of the stairs. I walked towards the kitchen to see him cooking something delicious while rapping along to the music that's playing on the radio. Dad has a habit of playing loud music at night while cooking. He usually listens to r&b, pop, & slow james but rap is his favorite at the moment.

"What are you cooking?"

"Your favorite." He said flashing his pearly whites.

"Smells delicious."

"Go ahead & sit down darling. Your tea will be ready soon." He said turning his attention back to the food.

I sat down in the dining room table. My hands are shaking. Why am I so nervous? He believed the story I told him. I shouldn't be shaking like this but i won't get my hopes up. He walked towards the table with two plates in his hands. He sat mines in front of me & his to the side. The steam coming off the plate made my taste buds go crazy. He brought his homemade special tea to me. He sat down in front of me.

"You came home mighty early" He said concernedly.

"I wasn't feeling the party."

"Nothing happened, did it?" He asked.

"No sir" I took a bite of the delicious meal that he prepared for me. I love dad's cooking.

"Those nefarious parties" He scoffed "I've always hated them. My brothers would try to drag me to every party that was thrown in town. I was utterly disgusted by the behavior that was attended."

"I never knew you despised them."

"With passion" He took a sip of his liquor "Anything can go on during a party."

"I agree" I took another bite of my meal.

"Hot sauce?" He asked pushing the bottle in front of me. I know exactly what's he doing. He's testing me to see if I'm really sick. I fell for this trick too many times. He didn't believe that story I told him. I knew this was coming. I always eat this meal with hot sauce but not tonight.

"No sir."

He smiled brightly dragging the bottle away from me "Are you sure you didn't eat anything at that party?"

"No sir, I didn't trust the food after the punch."

"That's why I had you drinking water & cranberry juice only. That sugary shit will give you diabetes" He rolled his eyes "unlike your mother."

I cleared my throat to clear the subject "How was your evening?"

"Perfectly fine, I finally finished my book. It was very heady & heinous" He said "It reminded me of something that I told you earlier."

I stopped eating "And what was that?"

"Your swimming suit" He said coldly.

I sallowed the now tasteless food. His voice went from soft-spoken to deep "I didn't wear it."

"Oh really?" He questioned "Mind if I check it to see if its wet or been worn?"

I gulped "sure."

He stood up & walked towards the living room. Please god, save me. You saved me once now please save me twice. I didn't go directly in the pool. I only sat on the edge of it. I avoided the water completely. He came back & sat back down.

"I believe you" He said picking up his glass. I went back eating my meal. I did my cheer dance inside but fail to realize something else. My back-up phone was in the bag!

He smirked "What's wrong? Afraid you was gonna get in trouble?"

"No sir, I didn't wear the suit like you told me."

"I know & i appreciate that you didn't" He said.

Okay, maybe he didn't see my backup phone. I think I put it in a different location in my bag. Whatever it is, hopefully its not somewhere he can find it. I calmed my nerves down from all this suspense.

"Your tea is getting cold, drink it up" he said drinking the rest of his liquor.

I picked up the tea & gulped it down. Letting the warmness tickle the back of my throat. I put the glass down.

"I have a meeting tomorrow so I need you to be up bright & early" He said rubbing his forehead.

"Yes sir."

"Oh & wear that outfit that I bought you yesterday. Its presentable & decent" He said.

"Yes sir."

He got up from his seat & grabbed something from the cabinet. He brought a wine bottle to the table. He opened it up & grabbed my cup. He poured a small amount & gave it back to me.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"This is red wine, it helps for your heart. I couldn't give you this when you was a kid. I had to wait until you were close to twenty. Drink some of it, it won't harm you" He said.

I grabbed the cup looking at the red substance. I took a sniff of it, doesn't smell bad. It kinda smell like sweet red grapes. I took a tiny sip of it. Not bad, I gulped the rest down. It was sweet & spicy.

"Its Stella Rose Black, my favorite" he said.

"Very sweet."