Broken // Book Two

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

As I opened my eyes a pain shot through my head. I sat up and looked around my room. How did I get here? Khalil or Za probably brought me.

I got out the bed and stripped my clothes off and got in the shower. Once I finished my shower I stepped out and brushed my teeth and washed my face.

I slipped on my bra and underwear before putting on a floral Yin Yang shirt , some black sweatpants, and I put my hair into a messy bun. I took my contacts out and put on my glasses. I look like a nerd when I wear my glasses.

I walked back into my room before plopping on the bed and grabbing my phone. I had two missed calls.

John H.
Missed Call (9:32)

Scooter
Missed Call (7:12)

I unlocked my phone and pressed my dads contact and it began to ring.

"Hi Zoëy." He answered the phone. "Hey Scooter." I answered walking to the kitchen and looking in the medicine cabinet for some Advil.
"Zoëy I need you to come over as soon as you can. We have some serious things to talk about." He said in a serious tone.

"Uh.... Okay."I said confused. "Bye Zoëy." He said before hanging up.

I wonder what he wants to talk to me about. I finally found the Advil in some back of the cabinet. I placed one on my tongue and took a sip of my water.

"Good morning Zoë." Amy said walking into the kitchen and grabbing a banana. "Morning."

"So who was the hottie that dropped you home last night?" She asked with a smirk on her face. "John Halls, and no I didn't have sex with him. We just danced and I guess I got drunk." I said placing my cup in the sink. "Yeah okay." She said laughing

"Well I have to go to my dads house, so I'll be back later." I grabbed my car keys off the hook.

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I pulled up to my dads house and got out he car.

I opened the door with the spare keys he had given me before I moved out.

"Dad, I'm here." I called through the house. "I'm up in the office." He called back.

I walked up the stairs to his office and opens the door. He had a frown on his face. "Zoëy have a seat." He said sternly. I just sat down with out a word.

"Zoëy i am very disappointed in you. Your recent behaviour has is unacceptable. I found out you have been smoking weed with that roommate of yours. You are my daughter and I love you very much, but you need to get yourself together. I know what happened between you and Justin, but you have to move on. I have a reputation and your actions reflect on me." He said disappointingly. So all he cares about is his reputation.

"All you care about is your reputation! Did you ever think about what's going on with me! You care so much about how others see you , that you don't even see that your own daughter is broken! You are so busy with everyone else except the one who you 'Love very much'! It's always I'm sorry I have to go do this with Ariana, or I'm sorry I have a meeting with Justin's producer! Everything is always about your work. You missed half of my child hood to move to California for work! I was always the only one who's dad never came to there Christmas plays or my performances! You missed it all to for work! You don't understand how that makes me feel! Now that I have grown up, and you still do the same thing it always about work! You know what Scooter fuck your reputation! Fuck it all! I don't even think I have anyone that truly cares about me except mom!" Tears poured out my eyes as I yelled at my dad.

"Zoëy come back here l! I am your father you do not speak to me like that!" He yelled walking behind me as I walked towards the door.

I got in my car and sped down the rode. As I waited at the red light my phone began to ring. I looked at the caller ID.

It was Scooter.

I pressed the decline. The light turned green and as I made a left turn a truck collided with the side of the car.

I blanked out.

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Word count: 758

I know it's short, but a little chapter filler. The drama is just being.