Fighting To Live, Living To Die. {SEQUEL}

«You Shouldn't Be Here.» {Part.2}

''There are things that you cannot talk to your mother and father about, there are things that you cannot talk to your children about.''

--Shirley Knight

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•October, 8...(Saturday)

"SHAYLIAAAAAAAAAAA !!! " The young girl heard her father calling her with a scream. He sounded angry also, what caused her heart to jump in her chest and fear started growing inside her. He was usually calling her princess, so whenever she would hear her real name coming out of his mouth, she knew she was in trouble. 

She swallowed the saliva that stayed stuck in her throat and slowly made her way downstairs, "Y-yes ? "

"Who is that ? "

She looked behind him and frowned once she recognized Tim, a boy from her school. She didn't really know him actually, he was more like an acquaintance than anything else, so she was wondering what he was doing here. 

"I already told you, Sir. I'm T-" He began, but was quickly cut off.

"Was I talkin' ta' ya ? I'on think so. So, shut the fuck up young dude ! "

Shay shook her head at her father. No boy could come near her, he was always so overprotective with her. And now Tim was standing at their doorway, what was dangerous for him, "Daddy, please, be nice. This is Timothy, but everybody calls him Tim. He's a classmate. He's with me in biology. Uh, why are you here ? " She asked him looking at her father's face. He had his arms folded and it seemed like he wanted to harm the poor teenage boy. 

"Yeah, why are ya here young dude ? "

"Dad, you and mom can go now, I got it from there. Thank you." Shay said placing herself before her father, who raised his eyebrow and shoot a dead glare to the young boy. Kim rolled her eyes and finally grabbed his arms pulling him away. 

"Your dad is nice." Note the sarcasm.

Shay slightly chuckled, "Yeah...Uh, do you need something ? "

"I was about to start my homework, when I realized that it wasn't my notebook. I wasn't careful and put it in my bag. Here, it's yours." He handed her the red notebook with her name written on it.

She took it, "Oh thanks. I didn't even notice. Thanks for bringing it back to me."

"No problem, see you." And with that said, he walked away and she closed the door. 

"It was him ? " 

She retrained herself from rolling her eyes, "Dad ! I thought you left. Were you spying me ? "

"Answer my question." He still had that serious face expression on.