Adam Levine? He's my dad

Chapter 19

Adam’s POV:

“I’m sorry, James, but I really need to go now,” I say to James Valentine, the band guitarist.

 “Why so fast? We just trained the song for only two times and now you’re leaving?” he says and his words heard cynical in my ears. I know it’s just so rude of me for leaving them training the new song ‘Lucky Strike’.

“Okay, please don’t laugh if I explain you this,” I say, taking in a deep breath into my worried lungs. He starts to pay full attention at me and nod.

“My daughter is stuck in the janitor room in her school and now she’s asking me for help,” I explain. James lets out a ‘pfft’, refraining himself from bursting into laughter. “I told you, this sounds funny but I really mean it,” I take my jackets on and leave.

Oh Amanda.

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I get myself out of the car and thrust the school entrance door open.  Now, my heart pounds fast as now I’m totally worried at Amanda. I don’t think stuck in the janitor room is a great feeling. Maybe there are some rats or cockroaches or snakes or something in there. Or maybe she’ll not be getting enough air in there.

I am still her father, even though we’re in a fighting state right now. She’s still my daughter no matter what happens. I love her so much, of course. But I am really worried right now that now I can’t even calm myself. I look around the school; there are no more people around here since they must have gone home.

I never explore this school before, so it’s hard for me to find the janitor room in a minute. I walk around the first floor. My instinct says the room must be just in the first floor.

Yes, it is here. I look at the label in on the door.

Janitor Room.

I turn the doorknob and walk inside. The door is not locked but why she can’t get outside.

“Dad!” Amanda suddenly appears behind the boxes in the room. I am shocked for her appearance so I let my hand off the doorknob until the door bangs and shuts closely.

“Amanda, are you okay?” I ask, but not intended to hug her or something since I remember that we are in a fight right now. See how big my ego is.

“Dad, you shut the door?” she asks with her eyebrows lifted. I nod and think, so what with me shutting the door?

“Dad…” she moans and releases a sigh. I am bewildered with her action.

“Why?” I ask nonchalantly and innocently, of course. I know nothing. And now she’s acting weird.

“Dad, the door can only be opened from outside, and sadly I tell you, we are locked in here now,” she explains and releases a big sigh again.

My jaws fell, unbelieving. “No way, you gotta be kidding me,” I turn myself to the door again and keep turning the doorknob over and over. Then, I punch the door with all my strength but it ends up hurting my fist.

“Dad, it’s useless. And it’s the reason why I stuck in here. There, see the notice beside the door,” she points to a notice beside the door. I read it carefully.

WARNING! This door only can be opened from the outside. Please use the door stopper if you want to get inside the room or you’ll be locked from the inside.

Great.

“Fuck,” I curse as I run my hand through my messy hair. I don’t care if Amanda hears it or not but now I feel completely stupid. “Why don’t you tell me earlier?” I ask in a low tone, but I don’t think she hears it.

Amanda starts to sit on the floor and rests her back against the wall. I walk to her and sit next to her. As my butt lands on the cold floor, I sigh.

It was a silent conversation between us. I know she pretends to keep herself busy with her phone, but actually she just scrolls up and down the playlist in her phone. I know she’ll do anything to keep herself from not talking to her dad or something.

I take out my phone, maybe I can call Christina to help me, I mean us here. I dialed her number.

Shit. She’s unreachable.

“Is there no coverage in here?” I swing my phone up and down to find the coverage. Amanda just shrugs her shoulders. “But how can you call me just now?” I ask again. I don’t care if she ever wants to answer me or not.

“Um, I don’t know,” she answers nonchalantly. Her ignorance stabs me violently inside. I hate being ignored by my own daughter, of course.

I hate it so much.

There is a really really long pause between us. I hate it.

“Dad,” she starts, breaking off the silence that has been killing me since I was here, stuck in this fucking janitor room. I turn my head to her, paying her much attention as she’s the only one with me right now.

“Can I ask you something?” she asks with her head down, not even looking at me. Why with her? I nod, letting her continue her words.

“What makes you hate so much about Zack?” she asks finally and I can hear the stutter in her voice.

Zack.

I hate talking about that boy.

But what makes me hate him so much, actually?