Is This Considered A Cliche?

Chapter Fourteen | The Party Was Like Woe

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by M-A-COYNE

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Chapter Fourteen

T H E P A R T Y W A S L I K E W O E

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"Tell me dammit!"

"No."

"...Tell me..."

"No."

"...Just tell me! Please! I'm dying here!"

"No. Now shut up, your father will be here any minute."

I sighed and slouched in my seat on the sofa. This argument had been going on all week. When mom got back on Sunday she gave me my "surprise present." A tooth brush holder. Yeah, I was so convinced now.

"I don't see why you won't tell me. Is it because...you don't...love me?" I pouted and gazed at my mother with sad, wide eyes.

"Don't give me that bullshit; you know it only works on your father." My mother rolled her eyes at me.

I glared at her. "Mothers and daughters shouldn't keep secrets."

My mother raised a brow. "Oh really? Alright, the night you were conceived was phenomenal. Your father did the most outrageous thing, he-"

I covered my ears. "Oh shut up you disgusting old hag!"

"Be patient you obnoxious little brat!"

We glared at each other. Then we both huffed and looked away, completely ignoring one another.

The door bell rang.

My mother got up and opened the door. "Oh thank god you're here! Get her out of here!"

My mother was very loving. I rolled my eyes and ran over to the door. "Daddy!" I shouted. I jumped into his arms.

"Princess," he said affectionately. "How are you?"

"Mom's evil, so you should take me to live with you."

My father sighed. "Are you two fighting again?" Mother and I nodded our heads. He sighed and started leading me out the door. "Come on, let's go get lunch."

"Take your time!" My mother called after us. We both grimaced when we heard the front door slam.

"You know, I think the last time she slammed a door that loud, she was pregnant," my dad mused, chuckling. "You must have really done it this time, kiddo."

I snorted. "It's her fault. She's been lying to me and keeping secrets." I grabbed his sweeter. "I don't think I'm safe there anymore, daddy. You should take me away!"

My dad just laughed.

Half an hour later we were sitting at a table at Le Chiberta, an expensive French restaurant in town. While waiting for our orders, my father and I talked nonstop. He told me of his adventures in the Gobi Desert and I told him about school and my friends (skillfully keeping the whole mafia business out, of course).

"So," my father said, giving me a skeptical look. "Any boyfriends I should know about?"

I choked on my coca cola. "B-Boyfriend? No..." I looked around nervously.