Falling For the Unexpected

Chapter Seven: Little Bad Girl

Harriet's POV

I am so dead. So dead.

My father and mother already knows about that 'stop Blake she has a boyfriend already and he's name is Luke'. I do not blame Vanessa for that, she just did her best to cover me up from Blake.

Now that Blake the git said it to my parents. Screw him. I swear, my mother is like Medusa when she's really mad.

Staring at my phone under the morning sun, it was locked. I was dead nervous since last night, too afraid for my parents' call.

'This kiss, is something I cant resist! Your lips are undeniable..'

Speaking of which. The call that I was afraid to answer for almost twelve hours. My phone rang in the tune of Carly Rae Jepsen's song and a name 'Father' printed on the screen. Bye, world.

"Hello, Father?"

I nearly stuttered but I tried to act it cool. Gucci. Calm down, Har, calm

down.

"Dont hello hello me, Harriet Astoria Romanova! What's this Luke lad that Blake was talking about?!"

Here it goes, my father's booming voice.

"Father, I-I swear i-"

"Shut up, Harriet! You're in a relationship with a lad that we do not even know? What have gone into your mind, huh? This is just ridiculous. I am sure that you already know about you and Hughes' marriage. And now, your mother is really frustrated of your behavior. So stop being such a slut and focus on that bloody ranch!"

I just had enough.

"No you shut up you little Guccifucker! I am not a robot, father. I am a human being and sixteen years old. You get it? Sixteen! Not twelve! Why do you care for who I'll love or what will I do in my life? Do you own me? May be I owe you and mother my life, but father! My feelings is not a computer that you two are the users. And do you know what you just did? You called your own daughter a slut! Your youngest daughter.

When you caught Hayden making out with her guy bestfriend when she was fourteen, did you call her a slut? No! When Havannah has a long-distance mutual relationship with a Scottish man she does not even know, did you call her a slut too? No! And now you just heard from a git that I have a boyfriend, you called me a slut! How dare you to even call yourself my father!"

Screaming through the phone, I let out all of my hidden anger with the small-brained man.

"Harriet, what behavior do you have?! Where did your respect go? I--"

"You know what? Why don't you just shut the Chanel up because I hate you. Very much."

And by that, I hang up. Putting my phone in a silent mode, I stormed inside the house. We just finished breakfast and Eric went to the woods to get some logs.

"Oh hello Mi--what happened?"

Vicky stopped in her dead tracks from the living room as I met her by the couch.

"I hate my father."

I was already sobbing. I felt a hand touched my shoulder, and there Vicky sat. I wish she and Eric were my parents. Ugh. Sometimes being the daughter of the wealthiest people is a total headache.

"Why? What did Carlton do to you?"

Vicky asked worriedly.

From that point, I told her the story. From Vanessa's call to my father and I's phone call. The 'f' word makes me shiver right now.