The Boyfriend Diaries

19) I will not be domesticated!

    Chapter Nineteen: I will not be domesticated!

    Even before my alarm went off I was awake. Still laid lifelessly in my bed, staring blankly up at my ceiling. A fly could have landed on my eyeball and I probably wouldn't have moved. It was the arguing that woke me up, my parents were at it again. It was beginning to increase, but this time they weren't as loud as they usually were, and it didn't last for long.

    My head rolled to the side as I glanced at my clock. Oh well, I mentally sighed, time to get up. But before I could even throw the cover off myself, my bedroom door suddenly burst open and in came my father. He had his back to me, walking in backwards. I frowned. Then he turned around, a breakfast tray held in both his hands and a wide, mischievous grin slapped across his face.

    I gave him a guarded look. “What are you doing? You didn't even knock. I could have been in my birthday suit for all you know!”

    That made him stop and think. “Oh, yes, you're probably right. Or I could have walked in and not found here at all.”

    “Touché,” I grumbled, sitting upright in my bed and propping my pillows up to lean back against the headboard. “So what's all this? Have you decided to kick me out and turn my bedroom into the new dining room?”

    Dad sighed wearily, hopped over the mess that was my room, and came to sit on the end of my bed, placing the breakfast tray on my knees.

    “No, Shayenne, I've made you breakfast in bed.”

    My eyebrows shot to the top of my head. Breakfast in bed, what the hell had I done to earn breakfast in bed? That was only saved for special occasions like birthdays and Christmas, not a boring old school day like today.

    “Is it poisoned?” I scowled at him, watching for deceitful movements, little tell-tale signs that he was lying to me.

    “Shayenne,” he said sternly, glaring at me over the top of his circular reading glasses. “Don't be ridiculous. Get that stupid idea out of your head, will you? No one wants to kick you out.”

    “We both know one person does.” I blurted, I didn't mean to say it out loud but it was too late. He heard it. Instead of carrying on the pointless debate he just shook his head at me and gestured at the tray. So I dug in, going straight for the butter smothered scotch pancakes.

    I knew there was something else. He was still here, giving me funny looks but I didn't want to ask. I was afraid I wouldn't like it since he was taking ages to find the courage to say it to me. As always, curiosity has gotten the better of me.

    “Dad, just say it man. Let it out all, I'm here for you. I promise, you'll feel better for it.” I said through a mouthful, my hands clasped lovingly over my heart.

    “Don't patronize me, young lady,” he laughed, swiping the melted butter from my chin before wiping it on my duvet. Nice Dad, real nice. “I was gonna wait 'til you'd finished eating but, you can have the day off school.”

    I blinked several times and looked around the room for any hidden cameras, like I was being Punked or something. Although thinking about it, that was a stupid thing to punk someone about, why not tell me I'd won a million pounds instead, they'd have gotten a much funnier reaction to record.

    “Can you repeat that? I thought I heard you say I can skip school today.”

    “You heard right. You can have the day off school, my treat.”

    I gnawed on a strip of bacon and saw that his forehead was getting sweaty. Great, there's always a catch. Always! Why can't a girl be told she can have the day off school without having to go through the trouble of planning a sickness or injury, and enjoy her breakfast in bed with no catch! What is the world coming too?