Sweetheart

Rifle

As I snuggled down into my comforter, I thought about the day’s events. First Logan, Luke, Alec, and Mo. Speaking of Mo, I’d have to confront her about what was going on with her. Anyway, I’m sure you want to hear what happened between my dad and Logan. And me.

*One hour earlier*

My skin paled at the sound of his voice. I sat frozen to my seat, too panicked to say anything but, “Uh-oh.”

“Is that your dad?” Logan inquired. I nodded briskly, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. “Oookay. I want to meet him.”

“What? Are you out of your freaking mind? Why do you want to meet him? He’s gonna kill you! He has a .30 caliber hidden in the drawer! He’ll go to jail. You’ll die a horri-“

“RHEA! GET OUT HERE! AND BRING THE BOY WITH YOU!”

‘How did he know Logan’s here? Isn’t he inside?’ I thought, filling my head up instantly.

“Nope, He’s outside the car, in front of us. You spoke your thoughts out loud.” He smirked, noticing my expression. Oh dear. Slowly, I brought my head up, focusing my vision on the figure in front of us. Sure enough, Dad was there. His hands were planted on the hood, palms down, side by side. His face was red and his eyebrows bent down into a ‘v’- shape. A scowl had replaced his usually pleasant features, and his right eye was twitching.

Slowly, I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, shutting the door quietly. “Hey, dad.” I mumbled.

“HEY DAD? HEY YOURSELF, RHEA!”

“Woah, dad! All these people are staring! Calm down!” People were starting to come out in their nightgowns to see what all the commotion was. As I looked around, I saw one guy in a striped nightgown, long cap, and fluffy bunny eared slippers! I thought those were only in movies!

“Okay, why don’t we go inside and talk this out?” Logan slid out of the car, shut the door, and steered my dad and I inside. Surprisingly, my dad complied. “Show’s over folks!” He called over his shoulder. “Goodnight!” I resisted the urge to snicker when I saw Dad’s even deeper scowl etched into his face.

After Logan had closed the door, Dad began yelling. “Why were you out at twelve in the morning? Why didn’t you call me? Why didn’t you answer the phone? Why are you with Logan? I called the policed! I was so worr-“

“You called the police? Wh- What?”

“Yes. I called the police to file a missing person report, but apparently you have to wait twenty- four hours,” he ground out, mimicking the police officer who’d said that. “Anyway, before you so rudely interrupted me, I was saying that I was so worried! Why are you even with Logan?”

Before I could reply, Logan intercepted. “Excuse me sir, if I may explain. She wa-“

“No, you may most certainly not explain! I want my daughter to answer that!”

Logan looked surprised, to say in the least, but continued on. “She was coming back home, when we bumped into each other. She fainted, for some unknown reason.” He smirked, but continued on when he saw my scowl. “I took her to my house after she fainted, when she was down for almost three hours.”

“Three hours?”

“Three hours?”

“Jinx!” I cried happily, forgetting about the whole situation. “Ahem.” Logan cleared his throat to get our attention. “Please stop interrupting me. No offense sir! Anyway, after she woke up, I gave he some shrimp noodles, but-“

“Shrimp? She’s allergic to shrimp, you good- for nothing boy!” And to me, he asked, “You didn’t eat it, did you?”

“DAD! Of course I didn’t eat it! I’m not dumb, you know! And how would Logan know I’m allergic to shrimp? We just met!” I replied, sending him a look that clearly read, ‘Really?’

“Please stop interrupting me!” Logan cried out in frustration. “Finally! She told me she was allergic, so I gave her mine. After that, we lost track of time. She started panicking, so I drove her here. By the way, she’s scared of you.” He added at the end with a sly grin. Dad chose to ignore that last part and directed the next question to me. “Is this true? Did he make a move on you?”

“Wellll…” I drew out the word to make it look like he had. In a flash, Dad whizzed toward the drawer, drew out an object, and aimed a .30 caliber rifle at Logan. Abruptly, Logan tripped backwards on the rug. He sat, frozen, his mouth wide open in shock. Immediately, I started laughing so hard. "Nice work, dad! He didn't really do anything!" Dad stood there unmoving, his eyes still trained on Logan. His finger rested on the trigger, twitching. Logan still didn't move from his spot on the floor. I laughed even harder, clutching my stomach so hard, I thought it would break! Seizing the moment, I ran upstairs to my room. 

"Goodnight!" I yelled in glee.

"Rhea! We will have words tomorrow!"

Still snickering, I made my way to my room and collapsed on my bed.

*Present time*

As I fell asleep, I remembered one thing. How did Dad know Logan's name? Only a mere second later, I drifted off into a deep sleep.       

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