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Chapter 31

Saturday, 1:00 pm

In the bunker

Katie's POV

I'm in Dad's room, taking a nap in his bed. He doesn't know I'm in here, but I don't think he'd really care. I don't feel good, though, so I don't really give a fuck about whether or not he'd care. I'm pretty sure I'm sick. It's most definitely because I didn't wear a jacket to the park, yesterday. It was cold as fuck, and my dumb ass was in a tank top and shorts. Why? I don't know. I just was. And now I don't feel good, and I really wish I had worn a little more than I did. Maybe then I wouldn't be sick. I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a coughing fit. This shit's happened like 3 times today. It's annoying as fuck, and hard to breathe. I like breathing. I'd say that that's something I'm very fond of doing. I'd like to not be inturupted by coughing fits.

Dad: Katie. He calls as he walks in This is the 3rd time that's happened, today. Are you feeling ok? He asks while walking to his bed.

Katie: I'm fine.

Dad: Really? Because you don't sound fine. You sound sick.

Katie: I'm not sick. I'm just tired, and my throat's dry.

Dad: Do you feel ok?

Katie: Yeah.

Dad: I don't believe you.

Then why'd you ask? Why would you ask me a question, just to not believe my answer? Do you wanna fight or something? Because I'm getting very much "I wanna fight" vibes from you, right now.

Katie: Then why'd you ask?

Dad: Just let me feel your head. He says while trying to feel my head.

Katie: No. I say while hiding my head under his comforter.

Dad: Baby, I just wanna see if you're warm.

Katie: And I don't want you to do that.

Sometimes I forget that he's stronger than I am, and that he can very easily overpower me. It didn't take much for him to take his blanket from me. And I had a pretty good grip on that thing.

Katie: Dad. I whine as he feels my head, against my will.

Dad: You're fine. I've done this a million times. You know you're fine. You just didn't want me to tell you that you have a fever.

You're right. I didn't want you to tell me that. So why the fuck did you tell me that?

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