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Chapter 18

The same day, 4:17 pm

In the bunker

Katie's POV

I just got home from school, and I'm about to ask Dad to take me to the movie theater. Me and Bailey made plans to go see a movie, since neither of us had any other plans for this weekend. I wanna go hang out with my best friend, but I need Dad to drive me there, and I don't know where he is.

Katie: Daddy? I call as I walk down the stairs.

Uncle Dean: He's in his room.

Katie: What's he doing? I need him to take me to the movie theater.

Uncle Dean: I think it would be best for you to talk to your Dad about this.

What's he doing? Pot?

Katie: Why? What happened?

Uncle Dean: Go talk to him.

Katie: Why can't you just tell me what happened?

Uncle Dean: Because it's not my place to tell you about this. If you wanna know what happened, go talk to Sam.

Are you guys running from the police again? Do we have to move? I don't wanna move. I like it here. I don't wanna go back to sharing motel rooms again. I like having my own room. I like the bunker.

Katie: Fine.

I go to Dad's room and find his bedroom door closed and locked. Locked? Why's it locked? Dad never locks his door.

Katie: Dad? I call while knocking on the door.

It takes him an unnecessary amount of seconds to open the door. And now I'm looking up at him, wondering why he's dressed like that.

Dad: Hey. How was school?

Katie: Why are you dressed like that?

Dad: Because I have a date.

EXCUSE ME?! YOU CAN'T HAVE DATES! YOU DON'T DATE! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU DATING?! AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!

Katie: Like, the romantic kind?

Dad: Yeah.

Katie: With a woman?

Dad: Yeah. Her name's Alice.

Katie: Why?

Dad: Because that's what her parents chose to name her. He says with a stupid grin on his face.

Bitch, this isn't the time for stupid grins. I wanna know why my Dad's going on a date. And who the hell is this "Alice" person? What does he even know about her? How long has he been seeing her? And why didn't he tell me? This is big. Dad always tells me big things. So why didn't he tell me about this woman?

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