I FELL FOR YOU 2

Chapter 14 - OLD FRIENDS

Cathy's P.O.V

Shit! My dad is getting me worried. I hate it when he doesn't tell me what's going on. He knows I go all crazy when he doesn't tell me anything. I'm serious! Once I called the cops to come to my house and look for my dad because he had called me at school and told me to come home. He really told me to ditch. But guess what? It was my mom's birthday and I had forgotten.

"Harry, do you think you could drive a little faster?" He nods and goes from 20mph to 45mph. I hope there isn't a cop around here.

When I look around there aren't any cops and I'm glad. I don't know what I would do if there was a cop and it stopped us. I would probably scream and cuss him or her out but that would be a bad image on my dad. Yet again I don't know what's happening to him.

We arrive at my house and I get out of the car before Harry turned it off.

"Do you want me to go in with you?" He asks worriedly. Why should he be worried? Oh right, BECAUSE IM ACTING LIKE A LUNATIC THATS WHY!

"Yea, I don't know who or what is on the other side of the door. And I know to hell I'm not going in there by myself." I say.

We walk to the porch and I take out my keys. I put the key in the hole and twist the knob. We walk inside and harry grips my hand in his. I smile and intrwine our hands. We walk to the living room and there is nobody there. We walk to the kitchen and nothing. The only place he could be is his room or the backyard.

"I didn't want to meet your dad this way..." Harry complains. More like tells but it sound like complaining to me.

"Dad?!? Where are you?!?" I asked into the empty house. It felt like one of those scary movies when the white girl and her boyfriend fuck even though they knew there was a killer and people warned them and then the killer comes and kills the guy then the girl runs around naked and trips and gets run over or stabbed. The point is someone dies and its either Chinese people, Black people or Mexicans that die first.

"Cathy I think-" My boyfriend's cut off my screaming.

"More!" Is he? Is that a? No it can't be! Is it?

"Mmm, baby," Yup. That's my Pops. But-What the fuck?!?

"Dad?!?" And then everything stops. The footsteps, the moaning, the creeking of a bed, everything except the harsh wind out side.

"I'll be right down!" He calls from upstairs. Damn why dad, WHY?!? Why when my boyfriend is here?!? Why?!?

The basement door opens and my dad comes out. WHAT?!? Wasnt he just..? UGH!

"Dad..." I say holding the bridge of my nose, "what the heck is going on? I just heard your-" then I realized it wasnt coming from my Pops room, it was coming from MY room!

"OH, HELL. TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN' NO!" I scream and race up the stairs to my room. The damn door is locked.

"FUCK!" I yell in frustration and put my hair in a pony tail.

"WHO OR WHAT EVER IS IN MY ROOM, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE OR I SWEAR ON MY MOM'S GRAVE THAT I WILL KICK DOWN THE DOOR AND DRAG YOU BOTH OUT HERE BY YOUR HAIR AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!" I didn't mean to bring my mom into this but this infuriating.

"Cathy calm down we're getting dressed." That voice sounds familiar...I just can't put my-

"UNCLE CARLOS! DUDE IF YOU LEFT STAINS ON MY BED WITH AUNT ALEX I PROMISE I WONT HESITATE TO PUSH YOU OFF MY BALCONY!" I scream in his face. This pisses me off even more.

"Umm...Cathy?" Shit, I forgot Harry was hear.

"Cathy, can we all talk in the living room?" Pops asks.

"I guess.." I shrug. I turn around and glare at Uncle Carlos and Aunt Alex.

We walk to the kitchen and sit down.

"I hate you." I tell them.

"No, you hate that you love us. Big time difference." Says my Uncle Carlos. I sigh and they begin to talk.

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HEY GUYS! SO..YEA...I WAS LOOKING FOR A GOOD PLACE TO FIT CARLOS AND ALEXA SO I DID THAT.

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