Meeting With The Villain | Prowler Miles Morales

Chapter 5

I walked up to my porch and rang the doorbell since I didn't bring the house keys with me.

My mom opens the main door and greeted as she hugs me tightly. "Hey, my amar! You usually come at three-thirty, why so late today?"

How am I going to explain that I gave a boy a drive home?

I hope she doesn't kill me.

"Oh, uhm, so... I gave Miles a ride home," I say quickly.

"What?" She gives me a confused look.

"I gave Miles a ride home," I say slowly this time.

"Excuse me?!" My dad pops into the room out of nowhere.

How the frick did he teleport in here?

I'm now in my grave.

Absolutely dead.

"Did I hear that correctly?" He gazes his attention to me, not dropping his stare.

I stay silent, not knowing what to say.

Can you blame me?

"Yes..." I muttered.

"You let a boy in your car?!" My dad fumes with anger.

"Calm down, estimado. Maybe she has a good reason." She looks at me and gives me a 'Do you?' expression.

"I offered if he wanted to.." I scratch the back of my head.

"Offered?!" My dad argues.

"Be kind!" My mom butts in.

As my parents argue, I silently creep into my room until I hear my dad clear his throat. "Where are you going, young lady?"

Frick.

I've been caught.

I turn slowly toward my dad, and I see him getting really angry.

I stay frozen in my spot and do not say anything so I don't make my dad more angry.

But I have to say something.

Right?

"I was going to my room..." I trail my voice off.

"Nuh-uh, you are to never be late after 4 pm, and certainly not with a boy!" He tells me directly.

I feel like crying.

My mom tries to make the situation uplifting. "Okay, can we just calm down? Give her a minute so she can talk to us and understand from her perspective?"

My dad looks at my mom, realizing that he has been harsh on me, and he puts his hand on his forehead, pacing back and forth.

I run to my room and throw my bag on my bed and plop face-first onto the pillow.

Am I bad for dropping a friend to his house?

Or should I be cautious of what I did?

I thought I was being considerate offering to give Miles a ride.

I mean, my dad is right.

I shouldn't be near a boy or even giving a ride to their home.

Great.

I'm overthinking again.

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I tried to get my homework done as soon as possible before dinner started. Then I hugged my stuffed elephant towards me as I lay down on my bed with comfort.

On days like these, I'm never motivated to do anything.

Especially when I get yelled at by my dad.

I feel weightless and tired. I am feeling an enormous crush on my shoulders and my torso.

When I feel relaxed, I check the time to see it's 7:59 at night. It's almost dinner, so I get up from my bed and use the bathroom, and I walk down the stairs and take my seat.

Throughout dinner, it had been awkwardly quiet.

Just pure silence.

We didn't talk about anything at all. We remained silent till we finished our dinner and washed all of our dishes.

My mom cleared her throat and made an expression toward my dad, gesturing to me.

My dad placed his hand around my shoulder and took me up the staircase that led to the roof of the apartment.

We hadn't come up here in a while. We used to do all sorts of things, such as having a barbecue night together, stargazing with my siblings.

Well.. sibling.

We stood there for a while, watching the city lights sparkle and shine in front of us. The purple sky still hasn't left its color ever since then.

Finally, from the awkward silence, my dad spoke, "I'm sorry for yelling at you. It was unreasonable to do that, and I won't ever do that again." He takes a pause.

"I know I'm usually very protective of these kinds of things. It's just that what if something happens to you? I don't want to lose another daughter. Not after what..." He falters, remembering the day my sister passed away.

I see tears staining his skin as he regains his courage back up, "My point is that I don't want you to get hurt. And you're my responsibility, but to let you have some fun in your life."

He finishes his last sentence and I look up at him with a surprised expression.

"You don't have to say anything ba-" I cut him off by surprise as I hugged him tightly.

He then wraps his arms around my back, hugging me back. We stay here for a minute, and we break off the hug, and we go back inside where my mom is neat the kitchen area.

I started with a voice crack, quickly clearing my throat, stating,  "I just wanted to say to both of you that Miles speaks Spanish." I clarified.

Both of my parents give me a wide-eyed expression with a glint of happiness in their eyes.

They didn't say anything at first, but they gave me a big hug.

"¡Oh, gracias a Dios!" My mom cried with happiness.

"¡Me tenías preocupado ahí!" My dad stated.

I embraced them by hugging them back as they laughed in excitement again.

I think I made them a bit happy than usual.

At least they don't hate me anymore!

After the long tight hug, they gave me thousands of kisses on my hair and forehead.

I'm officially a teddy bear.

I cannot escape this.

Wonderful.

A million kisses later, they finally let me go and they said goodnight to me before they slept, I went to my room to do my nighttime routine.

In the following step, I lay down on my bed and picked up my book from my bedside table, and read three chapters because today was a long one.

I felt a bit sleepy and placed my bookmark on the next chapter and put it back on my bedside table and turned off my lamp as I got comfy under my blanket and dozed off into the netherworld.

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Author's Note: FINALLY DONE!!! I'm so so sorry for the long wait, I had band camp last week and I had to practice field show and drill sheets (and meet the newcomers) on all of those days after those days passed.

But at least I have this finished lol. I'm happy!

Question of the day: What did you think of this chapter? :D