Chapter 8- The Eighth Panic Attack

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~*~ Sometimes it's so bad that I don't even want to leave my house, or my room... ~*~

I heard the door bell ring and I ran down the stairs to answer it, "Todd what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Uh... food remember?"

"Oh my god, I totally forgot." my eyes widened, "Give me five minutes, Ill be ready." I turned and bolted up the stairs, leaving Todd standing in the living room.

I pulled on a casual looking dress and combed through my hair. I also put on some make up and grabbed a pair of sneaker pumps. I ran down the stairs and ran straight into my dad and Todd. My dad was glaring at Todd and Todd was avoiding eye contact.

"Dad leave him alone," I said.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend? I'm your father, I should get to know right away." He asked with force in his voice.

"Because I don't see you as a father," I said. Everything got silent before I broke the silence. "And we're just friends." I grabbed Todd's hand and pulled him out the door.

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