I had to go out of town to handle some business matter and I told my ol'man that I would be gone for a certain length of time. & his only request was that I keep in touch when I can.
which I had done up until some asshole hit into me making me drop and shatter my phone to the point I couldn't make a simple call. I had to be careful picking it up do to the broken screen.
when I had finished with my important meeting I headed back home got a new phone and went to the Telelr garage where my ol'man damn near gave me a heartattack.
I had gotten out of my car and was gonna walk towards the clubhouse when he popped up. he grabbed my face and kissed the breath outta me.
"don't you ever fucking do that to me again" he says
"do what?" I asked trying to calm my racing heart
"scare me. you didn't call for a whole fucking week. and I thought you was hurt or worse" he says
"I'm sorry some asshole hit into me and my phone got destroyed," I say and hold up the ziplock bag with my shitty phone.
He kisses me again before he tossed my phone in my car and took my hand walking with me to the picnic tables where he kept his arm around me and his hands on me.
"I'm sorry for making you think the worst I couldn't slip away to get a phone and nobody wanted to allow me to use theirs" I say
"fucking assholes" he says
"I know" I say before giving him kisses and apologizing again.
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A/N: story called " scared me"
