Crazy,Awkward,Sweet

Hang In There

"Two weeks of lock down. No phone, Netflix, tv, wifi-"

"Oh god just cut off my oxygen while you're at it!" I cried out flopping on the couch.

"This is the price you have to pay for that stunt you pulled at school." Dad growled, needless to say he was not a happy camper.

Turns out hiding under a stairwell and laughing your ass off automatically makes you a suspect. But I kept my innocence. They technically didn't have proof and Ezra and I walked out free men...err and women. But dad was still convinced I did it and as a result I was grounded.

"Allegedly. I was allegedly involved. That shouldn't mean you get to keep me like I'm a prisoner on Guantanamo bay." I huffed.

"I know you did it." Dad said crossing his arms.

"And what makes you think that?" I raised my eyebrow. Dad narrowed his eyes, it was meant to be intimidating but it just made him look like an old man without his bifocals.

"I know when you're lying." He said simply.

I scoffed and threw my hands up angrily, "Why does everyone suddenly know my tell-tale signs? Am I that obvious?"

"Yes baby, that's why I love you. Like when I can tell you're lying you scratch your cheek twice." dad explained like the smugly.

"I do not-"

"You scratched, see!" he laughed giddily when I reached up to scratch my cheek.

"I was itchy!" I cried out defensively.

"Sure, he smirked."

"Um dad what are you doing?" I asked.

"I was narrating myself. He explained then pointed towards the stairs and gestured for his lying daughter to live out her two week sentence."

What the.....?

So begrudgingly, I marched upstairs. I'd rather be in my room than with my weird dad.

***
"I'm locked up they won't let out. They won't let me out." I mumbled chalking down another line on my wall behind my newest poster. It was the only thing that gave me hope these days. It was a kitty poster with the words, Hang in there.

"I'm trying to hang in there Mr. BigglesWorth." I sighed flopping down on my bed.

I stared at my ceiling and counted how many ways I'd get revenge on my dad. There was so many possibilities. I could shave his head while he was asleep, or color it pink. God, dad hated pink.  Maybe I'd just send him to a really bad nursing home when it was his time. My long haul revenge took too much time though, and I'm not a patient person.

I was in the middle of my reverie when I heard tapping. I frowned and shrugged, no use of being curious. Curiosity always killed the blonde in scary movies.

Maybe I should send a stripper to the house and say she's my dad's mistress. That would surely put him in the dog house with Tara.

Tap, Tap

No, I want to get revenge not ruin a marriage.

Tap, Tap

What if I shrink all of dad's clothes. I know Tara would make him go on a diet.

Tap, Tap

No. I can do better than some juvenile prank.

Tap, Tap

Growing irritated with the constant tapping, I stormed over to my window and threw it open. "Wha- fucking hell!" I cried out when a pebble hit me square in the nose.