Everything Is Not What It Seems {On Hold}

Everything Is Not What It Seems Chapter 6

Hey guys, so sorry for the late updat but ive been busy, I made it a little longer, so enjoy.

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Chapter 6

I sat up straight quicker than a ninja, tucking my hair behind my ears and just looked at him scared. I was in for it now. I was just caught making out with Michael by my dad. Oh shit! My heart began to quicken dramatically. What was I going to say? I know he won’t approve of this.

Dad just shook his head in disappointment.

“Mr. Evandale, I can explain.” Michael said, I could tell he was as shit scared as I was. I could tell how nervous he was when he spoke. I on the other hand couldn’t say a word. I tried but nothing came out.

“Just leave Michael.” My dad said frustrated and motioning Michael to get out.

Michael gave me a sympathetic look. “Yes sir.” He nodded. He got up with his head facing the ground and left.

Thank god, he won’t be here to witness this. I didn’t want him to get in trouble.

I looked at my dad and saw how hurt he was. He turned around and walked off. Ok either he was that disappointed he couldn’t bring himself to talk to me about it or he’s going to give me the silent treatment. I got up quickly and ran after him.

“Dad wait up, please hear me out.” I pleaded, trying to get him to talk to me. He kept walking until he reached his study. He walked in and closed the door. He must really be disappointed in me if he’s not going to talk to me.

The last time dad gave me the silent treatment was when I was 16, I had snuck out to go play with band, and it was an important gig. If we landed it, then doors would open for us. That’s how all our gigs came to us. That night I snuck out and there were promoters for clubs, event organizers and party planners. We were offered a ton of work by the end of the night. But when I had come home, my dad was waiting for me. He wouldn’t talk to me for at least a week, and when he finally did he lectured me.

I would rather him yell at me, then for him to not speak to me. It was hell for me. I had to speak to him. I would not let him get away with yet another silent treatment. I can’t take it.

Without thinking, I opened the door to his study and I saw him sitting at his desk, with his face in his hands. He wasn’t crying, that I know for sure. He looked up from where he was and just shook his head and turned to face the window.

I felt so bad. I let out a sigh and walked over to him. As I reached his chair, I moved him around so that he could face me. He looked away from me and that was it, if I didn’t say something now he wouldn’t speak to me.

I took in a shaky breath, “dad please talk to me, tell me what’s going on, I know you walked in on me and Michael, but it wasn’t what it looked like.” I said afraid of what was about to happen. Tears begun to fill my eyes. No, I’m not going to cry, I need to be strong and get this over with. I blinked the tears away.

I have never confronted my dad, but I’m 17 now, I can’t go on without confronting him about every little thing he finds disappointing.

Finally he looked up at me; I brought a chair around and sat directly in front of him. I was not leaving until he spoke to me.

After about 5 minutes of just sitting here looking at each other, I realized how awkward it was. “Dad please say something. Yell at me, lecture me, please something, I can’t stand you giving me the silent treatment.” I yelled, a little angry, looking down to the floor regretting that. I never raised my voice to my dad.