Heather went to grab her phone. This time the random man standing in her room didn't try to stop her instead he just watched her as he lean agains the doorframe. She grabbed her phone which took her an abnormally long time to find, and began to dial.
Nine
One
On-
Knock, knock, knock
Shit. Dad.
" Get in the closet" she hissed at him too quickly.
"Now". She said practically shoving him.
For some reason he looked as if he was too stunned to protest. As if nobody had ever, ever told him to do anything. Heather took a moment to enjoy that look of confusion on his face. Then she slammed the closet door and opened her front door.
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" heyyy dad, thought you were not coming until later?"
"I did say five.."
Heather glanced over to her clock only for it to betray her by saying 5:02 pm
" sorry I lost track of time"
She ran fingers thought her hair. Her heart was pounding. Her body was shaking. She was playing with her fingers and picking her nails and not breathing not breathing and not-
" where is he?"
Heather gasped but she wasn't sure wether it was because she forgot to breathe or the question her dad had just asked her.
" where is who?"
Her dad chuckled.
As if it were funny. As if he was feasting on her confusion. She hated him for that. Hated the power he held over her.
" your fiancé of course."
Heather stoped. Her brain froze. Fiancé? Fiancé. FIANCÉ. she hated that word. She hated the way it looked. The way it sounded. The way all of her friends and siblings had wine but she didn't. Most of all she hated the way he said it as if he knew there was a man in her closet. As if he knew there was a man in her house. In her house. Why was he in her house.
Realization hit her like a bus.
AUTHORS NOTE:
Sorry I've not posted in a while. I have been very busy but i want to finish this story so yeah. Anyway enjoy and feel free to add suggestions in the comments. Thank you xx
