*COMPLETED*
"Will you ever get tired of saving my life, hero?" My voice didn't sound like my own.
"I'm not a hero, quite the opposite really." He shook his head and his voice was merely a whisper.
"I can see the good in you." I told him.
"Not everyo...
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I slipped the converse from my feet and creeped up the sidewalk. It was well after midnight, the moon was full, and I was in so much trouble. Looking up at my house, I was thankful that all the lights were off, but that didn't mean that my father didn't know I'd escaped.
I'd broken the second rule: Always be in the house before ten o'clock. And my father always had an uncanny way of knowing when his three rules were broken.
Rummaging through my purse for my keys, I kept as silent as I could. Finally, when I found my keys, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I blew out a breath of relief when the door closed silently behind me. Maybe for once I'd actually make it to my room before getting caught.
I made sure I maneuvered around the lose floor boards as I made my way up the stairs. Many years of sneaking out after curfew, I'd come to memorize which floor boards made the noises.
"Have a good night, Kanin?" A voice startled me, making me grip my chest in fright.
Crap.
"You look nice." My father stepped out of the shadows, fully dressed. By the looks of it, he'd just gotten home as well.
"Thanks, you to." I crossed my arms over my chest and stared him down.
"Where were you this time?" He challenged. His voice was calm, which scared me even more. When my father was really angry, his voice never showed it.
I didn't answer. I could've tried lying, but I never could get away with that. Just like my father knew when I broke his rules, he was also a human lie detector. He knew everything.
"The second rule, Kanin." He said, as if I needed to be reminded.
Stupid rules. It was always those stupid rules.
I rolled my eyes, "dad, come on! I'm almost eighteen. I shouldn't need to be back in the house by ten o'clock!"
"Why must you think you need to disobey me?" Suddenly, his British accent was really thick. That was another thing that happened when he was super mad. He'd been in the States since he was twenty years old. He'd lost some of his accent in all the years around Americans, but when he was really angry it was like he never left England.
"I was just hanging with my friends before Summer's over!" I pleaded, tears streaming down my cheeks now.
"I make these rules for your safety, Kanin!" His voice rose.
"My safety?!" I dropped my shoes by my feet in a fit of anger. "You're kidding me right? Please tell me what you're trying to keep me safe from. The woods?" I laughed. "Rule number one: never go into the woods by myself!" I mocked. "The basement? Because that's rule number 3. Never, ever go into the basement!" I took a step back from my father, suddenly very tired and feeling defeated. I was past tears. My hands shook by my sides. "Mom would never do this to me."
