Trapped

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"God... Just leave." I say, shoving his shirt at his chest.

"No." He tells me, he must be fucking insane.

"No? Are you insane! My dad will kill you!"

"He can try." He shrugs. "I said I wasn't going to leave until you forgave me and I won't." He stands his ground, I can't even deal with this right now, I need to go downstairs and see my dad before he comes up here.

"Fine! Do your protest shit up here, don't come downstairs or I promise I'll never forgive you." I threaten. He doesn't say anything and I don't trust him to not come down but I go and greet my dad anyway.

"Hey..." I say when I get to the bottom of the stairs, my mom and dad are on the sofa.

"We thought you went out." My dad admits, refusing to look at me.

"Nope."

"As much as I'm enjoying this tension that I don't understand I have to go back to the office." My mom says, she kisses my dad on the cheek and doesn't even look at me before she leaves. Thank gods she's gone, if Shawn ever came downstairs it would be ten times harder to explain to my mom what the fuck is going on compared to my dad considering he knows mostly everything.

Once my mom is gone me and my dad stand there in awkward silence, I'm not sure what to say and I know he's purposely refusing to say anything.

"Are you just gonna ignore me forever?" I ask him and he sighs.

"Maybe I'll ignore you for the same amount of time it took you to tell me the truth."

"Will you listen to yourself? You sound like a kid, you're acting so immature. You're meant to be my father." I tell him and he quickly shoots up from his seat.

"So it's okay for you to act immature just because you're my daughter but I can't act immature? Tell me what else to do, do I punish you or what? I mean how does a parent react in a situation like this?"

I don't know what to say, I don't know how I want him to react. I mean sure it would be nice if he could not make a big deal out of it, tell me there's nothing wrong with what I did and we go back to normal, but I know I can't do that.

"Dad my life is literally going to shit. I'm doing bad in school, my own mom hates me, I lost my job, I had my first love then he crushed me and broke my heart. I feel like all my friends are being distant with me. And Victoria is still blunt with me after what happened in London. Can we please... please just... go back to normal. How we were before. Before I literally go insane." I sigh. I have no energy to do this with him.

"It's not going to be easy. You did a lot of bad things, and even worse you hid it from me."

"I would've told you face to face if you didn't leave." I fire back.

"You need to stop using that against me... I mean it's so an-" He stops his sentence and just stares behind me. What the hell?

I turn my head to look behind the sofa, Shawn is standing at the bottom of the staircase, just staring at us. What a stupid idiot, couldn't he just wait upstairs?

"Why the hell is he in my house?" My dad asks his jaw tight, eyes locked on shawn.

"Mr Johnson I'm not here to cause trouble, I can explain everything to you if you give me a chance." He says moving closer to us.

"My daughter explained everything she needed to. I want you the hell out of my house."

"Dad..." I whisper, I'm scared he's going to flip out.

"I'm trying to make things right and I think it would be really great if we talked things out..." Before Shawn can finish his sentence my dad lunges at him, pushing him to the ground, his hands around his neck.

"Dad!" What the hell is he doing? strangling Shawn? Is he fucking crazy?

"You used my daughter you sick bastard!" My dad bangs Shawns head against the floor.

"I don't want to hurt you... but you're kind of suffocating me." He strains. "Can I get him the fuck off me?" He looks at me, why the hell is he asking for permission?

"Yes! Dad you're going to kill him!" I yell and Shawn grabs my dad by his collar, slamming his back on the floor and getting up.

Shawn coughs as he stands to his feet and I can't help but hug him tightly, his neck is bruised from my fathers fingers.

"Are you okay?" I sigh into his neck.

"Yeah." He chuckles, wrapping his arms around my waist, I can't believe my dad fucking did that.

"He threw me to the ground and you're asking him if he's okay?" My dad groans from the floor behind us.

"Are you kidding me? You strangled him!" I shout at my dad.

"I'm okay honestly..." Shawn says, bringing his hand out to help my dad off the ground, my dad looks at him, reluctant to take his hand but grabs it anyway. "I know how you see me, I know how both of you do but I've made too many mistakes in my life to make anymore. Can I explain myself... to both of you? please?"

My Dad looks confused, I sure as hell am confused, I feel like this is a different person in front of me, asking to explain himself and being... nice. Instead of completely irrational.

I look at my dad, waiting for him to answer, his breathing is heavy from his encounter with Shawn, but he nods slightly before walking to our dining room.