My dad came home shortly after I got away from that pervert.
My dad walked through the door. I sat on our blue coach eating hot cheetos and drinking peace tea.
He chuckled and asked if I had a good day at school.
I said yes.
It wasn't completely a lie. I met the guy who could be my husband in the future.
Plus he liked Deadpool and spiderman so we're obviously meant to be.
right when our conversation ended I got a call.
"Hello?"
"Hey! It's me jake"
A gentle yet handsome voice spoke and I smiled.
"I have something to tell you..."
His voice suddenly sounded sad and I took in a deep breath.
Why was I so worked up from this?
Why did I care so much?
