Neighbor (ON HOLD)

Eight

Semi-edited

I hurried into the house, carrying the bags in my arms. Yeah, I took the time to get the bags.

"Sorry, Dad!" I said, apologizing. He looked up from the coffee table and looked over at me. His expression was dark which made me gulp. He stood up, holding his phone in his hand. He then traced his head down to the bags in my arms.

"How was your shop?" he asked, calmly. I swallowed again, knowing he was mad at me. That fake-calm sounded scary.

"It was okay." I answered, softly.

"And the car?" He shifted his weight, crossing his arms.

I just had to swallow again. The inside of my mouth was dry and my throat was burning. I placed the bags down onto the floor. "I'm...I'm sorry, Dad. I was just mad that--" I stopped when he rose up his hand, shaking his head.

"So, this accident that you just had...with my car was all because of anger?" He questioned, trying to understand the situation.

"No, no, dad." I cried. "I had forgotten all of that about that while I was shopping. I was hurrying because it was late enough already and we had to talk about something...remember? So, I was racing down P street and I tried breaking the car and I stopped just in time and then some other car had hit me from behind and made me jump forward and hit--"

"Andy's car?" I widened my eyes as he responded. My dad knew Andy?! Oh, my God. For how frigging long?! Why hasn't he introduced me properly--

Really? *😑*

"How did you know that?" I flushed. He chuckled.

"My insurance called me and told me." He wiggled his phone. I looked at it, feeling my throat tighten up.

"I don't know what to say." I forced out through my tight throat. He walked up to me and patted my shoulder.

"You don't need to. You're just young and selfish." He turnt me around toward the stairs. "Go take care of yourself and then we can talk."

I looked over my shoulder at him. "I am sorry, dad."

He narrowed his eyes. "Why do you think I forgave you?" I looked all around with my eyes.

"Right." I grinned. He then pointed upstairs. I kneeled down to grab the bags and headed up the stairs.

"Thanks for hurrying back, by the way." he called.

"You welcome." I said, upstairs.

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I took a shower, getting into a over size, long sleeve shirt and comfortable shorts. I left my hair alone and went downstairs to join my dad in the dining room where he had candles lighting on the coffee table. I smiled and looked at him.

"Dad, are you getting ready for a date?" I teased and then got mad at myself. I'm so used to being just with him, I don't want him to DATE anyone, but it's not my choice.

He chuckled. "No, Poony." he said, pouring home-made milk shake from a blinder into two wine glasses. "I'm just use to preparing stuff like this."

"I thought that was crazy, too." Andy said, coming out the kitchen  to join us. He held a plate in his hand. I widen my eyes, feeling my heart beat even faster than it should. I looked at my dad. He saw I wanted an explanation.