"We asked for one simple thing. Stay here and tend to yourselves and this house while we were gone; and you girls couldn't even do that."
"Well, we left because Grandpa was sick, remember?. It says it spefically in your letter."
Mr. Harris bites his cheek. "Diana. -"
Amayla stares at Mr. & Mrs. Harris, in shame. "We know you're a detective. We know that you have been lying to us our whole lives. How dare you lie to us about our grandfather's health?!"
Mrs. Harris tries to reason, "Amayla, Diana, we did it for your -"
"FUCK THE SAFETY!." yelled Diana.
Mr. Harris pushes the chair roughly and points his finger at the girls.
"DON'T YOU DARE YELL AT YOUR MOTHER. EVERYTHING I HAVE DONE, EVERYTHING YOUR MOTHER HAS DONE WAS PROTECT YOU!. THE FOOD ON YOUR PLATES, THE CLOTHES YOU WEAR ON YOUR BACK IS BECAUSE I RISK MY LIFE OUT IN THAT WORLD TO RETURN TO YOU AND YOUR SISTER!."
Diana angrily flips her hair and yells back; "IT'S NOT ABOUT THE CLOTHES. IT'S NOT ABOUT THE FOOD!. IT'S NOT ABOUT THE FUCKING MONEY!. IT'S BECAUSE YOU LIED!. TO ME AND AMAYLA!."
"I HAD TO!. TO PROTECT YOU!. -"
Amayla tears up and stands up; "BUT DID YOU HAVE TO? WE'RE YOUR FAMILY! YOUR KIDS! YOU SHOULD'VE TRUSTED US LIKE YOU TRUSTED MOM!-"
"OH, PLEASE AMAYLA. YOU COULD'VE FIGURED OUT SOONER IF YOU WEREN'T SO WRAPPED UP WITH THAT BOY NEXT DOOR, INSTEAD YOUR ENDING UP JUST LIKE YOUR SISTER WITH HER SLUTTY ACTIONS BACK IN COLORADO!."
The Harris Women stand there, shocked about what the Harris man of the house just said. Amayla and Diana stand there, hurt, with tears in their eyes as they feel the word "Slut" shot at them like a bullet to the heart.
Mr. Harris realized what he had just said to his two baby girls. His angels. His reason for living. "Girls... I didn't -"
"I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment to you," Diana says while the tears flow non-stop onto her cheeks. "I'm going to pack my stuff and fly back to Colorado to be with Grandma and Grandpa and go back to the normal life I lived."
Diana runs up the stairs while Mrs. Harris watches in tears. "Diana!"
Mr. Harris stares at Amayla.
"Sweetheart -"
"Diana is not a Slut. I'm not a Slut. I'm not a slut for wanting a normal life. I'M NOT A SLUT FOR FALLING IN LOVE!. REGGIE HAS SHOWN ME MORE LOVE THAN YOU HAVE EVER SHOWN ME SINCE WE MOVED TO RIVERDALE!. HE ACTUALLY WENT WITH TO COLORADO. HE DIDN'T WANT US TO TRAVEL ALONE."
Mr. Harris's eyes soften while Amayla wipes her tears. "I'm... not a Slut for being a teenager. I'm a teenager who has worked her whole life not just educationally but I have worked for my future too!. So I'm sorry for making friends and having the most amazing boyfriend. But the fact you called us that name tells who you are, Dad. A narcissistic, judgemental doucebag."
Amayla turns to the stairs and starts walking upstairs before she stops and says: "I'm going back to Colorado with Diana." And goes to her room and slams the door.
Mr. Harris exhales his breath while he turns to his wife, still like stone.
"It's okay, we can get through this -"
"You. You can get through this." Mrs. Harris's turns to her husband with anger, emotionless, and hurt eyes. "How could you say that? To our daughters?"
"I -"
"I'm going with the girls. I'm staying with my parents. And I don't want to see your face until you fucking get it together; and apologize to the girls properly."
Mrs. Harris goes upstairs and leaves Mr. Harris alone downstairs, feeling his inner world slowly crush before him.
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