Mistaken Love

Chapter Six.

Update: Edited. - August 11th, 2016 - 12:17 AM.

The suns glow entered through my bedroom window, as I slowly started to wake up. I groaned, as I shoved my pounding head underneath the pillow.

What all happened last night? How did I manage to get home? Most of it is all a blur.

I gently pushed the pillow away, as I slowly sat up. My headache increased the moment I opened my eyes. My bones were sore, as if I pushed myself too hard during gym. The odor of alcohol stuck to me, as it was the only thing I could smell.

As I placed my two own feet on my fluffy carpet, I looked over to see the time. The red letters read 8:35 am. it's way too early.

Come to think about it, I haven't been able to sleep at all last night. I woke up off and on constantly, regurgitating the alcohol out of my system. Unfortunately, I cannot say I will never drink again, but I won't drink until I'm at the legal age.

Slowly standing up, I stripped out of the clothes from last night. I then, walked to the other side of the room, as I wrapped myself in a grey robe and picked up my towel and some clean clothes. I need to shower before my parents smell the alcohol on me.

Slowly opening the door, I tip toed to the bathroom. I was almost to my destination, until someone's voice was heard from behind me. My heart instantly dropped to my stomach, knowing exactly who was behind me. I slowly turned around to see the owner of the voice; my father.

"You're up pretty early for once." He spoke, cheerfully, as he held his #1 dad coffee cup in his right hand.

"Yeah. I went to bed early last night." I lied. "I was feeling a little under the weather. Must of been your chicken dinner you made last night." I said, calmly.

Let's be honest for one second. My father can cook some pretty mean meals, but when the dish involves chicken, it's awful. Noah and I have begged him to let mother cook the chicken, but he always declined, telling us the same thing; "It's alright, kids! I'll make it even better this time!" In which, it either taste the same, or worse.

"Really? I thought the chicken was excellent this time. I'll be sure to cook it better next time." He smiled, as he took a sip of his coffee.

Told you.

"Thanks. You're the best." I spoke, as I began to walk inside the bathroom.

As I was about to shut the door, father quickly spoke.

"Oh wait! I almost forgot to tell you..." He called out, as he put his hand between the door, stopping it from shutting all the way.

I gulped quietly, as I opened up the door to face him, with a fake smile across my face.

"What is it?" I asked, as my heart began to race rapidly.

"I would like to apologize for yesterdays commotion. It was wrong of me to ground you for something like that." Father told, as sincere dripped from his voice.

I shook my head. "No Dad," I told. "You don't need to be sorry. It's hard to accept your daughter who is a complete tomboy. It's no big deal." I reassured him.

Father opened his mouth to retort, but I cut him off, as I held my figure up.

"I mean it. Don't worry about it." I reminded him. 

Father nodded, as let out a sigh of defeat. 

"Well, when you get out of the shower, your mother and I are making a big breakfast. So hopefully you and Noah are hungry!" He said proudly, with a smile planted on his face.