"I would like to ask if I can date your daughter please."
Samantha's head flew up.
Liam said after. "Mr Pierre, I already asked your daughter to date me and she agreed."
Her dad looked between them and then to her, brow raised. "What's going on here?"
"She's my girlfriend." Noah is playing.
"I'm not sir, I'm trying to be responsible."
"What does that mean?" Her dad asked.
Liam shook his head warning Noah.
Samantha's eyes were pleading with him not to say anything.
"She's carrying my baby Sir."
Her mother gasped and looked to Samantha for confimation. Samantha's face turned red.
Her father's face contorted and he took a threatening step towards Noah. "You got my daughter pregnant?"
Samantha jumped up and rushed between them. "Daddy!"
Liam stood. "He's wrong. I'm the father."
Her mother fainted on the chair from shock and Samantha rushed over to her, fanning, trying to revive her.
"Samantha! You were with these two boys?!!" Her father bellowed.
Samantha started to shake in her shoes.
Her dad continued, his voice raising. "Samantha, this is what you are doing! Your mother and I are making these sacrifices and you're w*h*o*r*ing yourself?"
"Now Sir, you shouldn't say something like that to her." Liam said tensing up.
"I can say whatever I F*u*c*k*ing want to my daughter."
Samantha was bawling, fat tears falling from her eyes. Her mother was coming to.
"You come in my house and disrespected me with that news!" Her father was still bellowing.
"I'm sorry Sir." Noah said.
"Get out!"
"Daddy please!" Samantha begged as her dad, with the veins distended in his neck, marched to the door. He flung it open with so much force it slammed back on the wall, dislodging a picture which came crashing to the floor. "Get out I say!!"
Noah and Liam watched her to see if she was okay being there with her father like that, and she nodded for them to leave.
Her father turned to her after they left. "I'm disappointed in you, having no respect for yourself. "Behaving like a common street walker."
Samantha paled. Her mom who was sitting up now was crying. "Dad, you don't know anything of my relationship with them." She felt a pain in her chest everytime her dad called her that. "Stop referring to me like that! I'm over 18. I have a right to do as I please. And I'm not a w*h*o*r*e." She didn't know where she had gotten the courage to say all those things because normally she wasn't like that. Maybe she had enough for the day. "I'm going to bed." She ran to her room with a sob.
Later on her phone was pinging with messages from Liam and Noah, which she ignored. Unable to sleep she was thinking.. how could her life in just one day just go to s*h*i*t. From finding out she was pregnant and not accidentally, to fights and being called a street walker. She stared at the ceiling feeling sorry for herself.
