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So I lied to Adam and everyone else. He knew I think I don't know. I smoked once a day just to take the edge off. They thankfully kept their mouth shut.
I walk into the apartment I call home letting out a sigh of relief. Not that I hated being with Adam or anything. It's just nothing is better than home. I walk in and around the kitchen to the hallway leading to my bedroom. "Not so fast" I froze I didn't know dad was here. He forced me to face him looking in my eyes "good your not high your going to give it all to me now" "I gave it to Adam" he rolled his eyes at my response "you think cops didn't notice when you were high he saw how much you needed me...he saw it creeping in didn't he the nightmares the flinching so decided to pretend he didn't see it he made sure you were safe and never did to much you" he said I had no idea they knew I mean I guessed but that's different. He grabs my back emptying it before I can do anything. "I need it" "no you don't" "so what happened you got scared and started smoking again because I know Adam started to see glimpses of it or you were in pain I know Voight mentioned your knee hurting you" he said I remain silent just watching as he goes through my things. I watch as he found my hidden pocket. He smirked at me as he held it up. "Dad" I said slowly "no we are going to watch something then maybe we'll do some reading ohh and can't forget the snuggling at night have to make sure you don't try anything" "dad" I beg "you want me to search your room" I shake my head as tears build in my eyes. Dad sighs pulling me into his arms "you'll get through this and be ok you'll be my feisty goofball in no time" he assured me kissing my head "come on" he led me to the couch. "Wills coming over later as well" he said making me nod.
I had fallen asleep on the couch only to wake up to dad cleaning my stuff up. He was doing laundry, going back and forth to my room and out here. He was a clean freak no doubt about it, probably passing his clean organised side onto me. "Your awake" "yeah sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep" "it's ok you want something to eat" "I'm not hungry" "you have to eat" "I'm sure uncle will bring me a strawberry milkshake" "or I could make you one you think this level of obsession and I haven't become a pro" "it has to be fluffy" "it's bubbly" he argued pulling stuff out putting them in the bench to make me a world class a strawberry milkshake. He really did make the best strawberry milkshake. One that comes in quite close to the one at my favourite cafe. "You sure Will can't get me one as well" "his not really into feeding your addictions like I am" he said measuring stuff before putting it into the cup. I don't know what it was. I did know that when I was younger he would sneak other things into the strawberry milkshake like apples and carrots, you name it if he disguised it in a milkshake he did it. He came over handing it me I smile gleefully, immediately taking and taking a massive sip. I can't remember the last time I had a milkshake. It filled my heart with happiness. I can't help the smile on my face. "I'm sorry" "I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner" "I'm your daughter you think I don't know how to hide things" he raises an eyebrow "I haven't nothing else I promise" he stares at me for a moment before nodding. I can't tell whether he believes me or not. I hope he does. One lie no matter big shouldn't shatter everything right. There should be a part that still loves me enough to believe me right.
