Wrapped

Chapter 39

~Nick

"I lo-" I began to say quietly into the my phone, but it had died.

I sighed to myself and leaned back against the closet door, letting the darkness surround me.

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"Hey, Nick," My father said and stepped close to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, tugging my small body closer to his. He lead me towards the school exit, "I thought we could just hang out, you don't really have an appointment."

"I sort of got that already," I muttered to myself and tried to push him off of me.

"What was that?" He asked looking down at me, smiling creepily. He held me tighter, trapping me next to him.

This was so uncomfortable. Why is he forcing me to be so close to him? It weird. I'd rather go through all the torture at school then be around this man.

"Nothing," I said while shaking my head.

My father brought me to his car, practically pushing me into the front seat. I shouldn't be allowing this to happen. I should have just ran away or told the office ladies to call the police or something, why was I letting this creep push me around?

After I sat down in the car, he got in on the other side, still grinning at me.

Maybe if I ask, he'll let me go back to school, and leave me alone? It won't hurt to just ask.

"Uh, Dad?" I say quietly as he started up the car.

"Oh how I love to hear you call me 'dad'! It's just been so long," He replied, clapping his hands together, "Anyway, what did you need, kiddo?"

"Since I don't actually have an appointment, can I just go back to class? I shouldn't miss school," I reply, hoping that he'll say yes.

"Oh, Nick," He said quietly and placed his hand on my knee, "I saw what those kids were doing to you, and I heard what they said, I'm sure you don't want to go through that anymore."

How did he see that? Was he spying on me or something? I no longer feel safe, I can't even have privacy at school?

He ran his hand up my thigh before completely pulling away from me. Chills ran down my back, making me shiver. Why did my own father make me feel this gross?

As he drove on, he asked a few questions about my life, finally sounding like an actual, normal parent. I still felt weird around him, but I tried my hardest to relax. A lot of his questions didn't bother me, but a certain question made me freeze: "Who was that guy staying with you and your mom a while ago?"

I kept my mouth shut. Was he really stalking me? Or does he happen to live by us and somehow saw us? Doubt it.

I shrugged, but that was a bad response because my dad seemed to get annoyed, even angry. "Answer me, Nick,"

"A friend," I replied simply, trying to sound like I wasn't uncomfortable or scared.

My dad made a 'hm' noise and turned into a small neighborhood, "What kind of friend?"

"Just a friend, no big deal," I say, my voice slightly rising. I don't want my dad to go off on me, or go after Zack.

"So, do friends kiss each other, or act intimate with each other nowadays?" He replied, gripping the steering wheel.