the accident

9:56 am (VI)

**I'm happily singing: kendra and liam are engaged! ahhh! there's your refresher! I am so happy. (this chapter is longer than usual! but it's one full day in hawaii! therefore, it needs to all be together).

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TRIGGER WARNING CHAPTER!!

day 6:

During breakfast the next morning, my dad decided that he wanted to have a talk with Miles. I had no idea what my dad had up his sleeve because he was so unpredictable. Although, maybe my dad was about to praise Miles. I mean, he constantly praised Marcus, so he might have just wanted to be alone with Miles. It was probably wishful thinking. Obviously, my dad hated Miles' guts. Especially since what happened the other night, but maybe he wanted to apologize for his insensitivity. I had no idea, but I was hoping that he wouldn't deeper the wound he already picked at.

I would have thought he would have asked to speak with Liam. Especially because he just proposed to Kendra out of the blue. It wasn't planned at all, and I doubt Liam asked my father for permission before proposing. It was so unfair!

I was so nervous about the talk my dad and Miles to have their talk. Miles surprisingly didn't seem nervous, I was guessing it was because he didn't want me to worry any more than I already was. I had no idea what will come out of my dad's mouth. He doesn't have a filter or a heart for that matter. What if he says something really hurtful towards Miles? My subconscious nervously reminded me. Since I had nothing to do, I eavesdropped on their conversation.

Miles told me that they were going to go to this bar, and they were going to talk. When I got to the bar, I found a hiding spot that I could see them, and hear their conversation. Thankfully, it wasn't a usual spot that they would look. I showed up five minutes after Miles left, just because didn't want Miles to know that I was snooping on their conversation.

"Want a drink?" My dad asked. It's a trick question, I thought.

"No thanks,—sir," Miles replied. "So how do you like Hawaii so far?" Miles asked making smalltalk.

"I don't want smalltalk," My dad huffed. "I want to get to the bottom of you," Miles frowned and so did I. It kind of sounded unintentionally sexual. "Why the hell would my daughter call you 'Miles'?" My dad asked noticing Miles' confusion.

I thought we already addressed it during Christmas time. "Because she hit me with her car the first time we met, and 'Miles' seemed appropriate because she was going fifty-miles and hour,"

"Her car is made in Canada, it's impossible that she was going fifty miles an hour," my dad retorted with a coat of sarcasm in his voice.

"That's true, sir, but kilometres sounds like an odd nickname," Miles said smiling kindly. He was nervous, I could tell. He rubbed his shaky palms on his thighs.

"And what do you call her? Emma?" My dad thought that he was so slick, but he wasn't.

Miles thought quickly then said, "I call her E." He murmured quietly. He sounded so small all of the sudden. It did sound kind of lame after he said it like that...

"That's the most unoriginal nickname ever!" My dad snickered.

"Actually, I do have another nickname for her too," I felt myself frowning. "It's Caps," Miles said trying to stop himself from smiling.

"Why would you call her that?" My dad frowned.

Miles actually hesitated, and then replied, "You've never heard of Caps before?" Miles' voice was almost sarcastic. No wonder he was hesitant to answer. "It's this..."