The Rebel in Distress

Chapter 9

This was the first time Emma has seen her father insanely mad in her whole life.

And it was because of a boy.

Well, in her defense, she was quite upset at her father's idea of sending her off to some boarding school; thus her sudden runaway. Her father should've understood her part even in a tiniest bit of consideration-- if her father was even considerate enough that is. But by the looks of what he's doing right now, there is no evidence that he is.

It's been ten minutes since her father had picked her up from Connor's house, which according to her father was a 'hellhole'. She knew he was just being the typical overprotective father like any other father could be. What she didn't understand was that, what did he have against Ian to act so hostile towards the nice fellow? She reckon being treated warmly when she was in Connor's house. But then again, he was still the father of the boy whom her father apparently dislikes. He probably just went a little too far about being overprotective.

Or that can just be the understatement of the century.

When her father had finally arrived at the mansion earlier, he was fuming like a train venting puffs of steam coming down the rail road. Hell, he even acted like one for merely driving right at the gate without stopping  at the booth, knocking the whole gate down and causing the alarms around the mansion to go off. She hadn't realized what was going on until one of the guards reported to Ian, who was just sitting next to them as they did their project. The three of them were already outside when her father arrived in front of the house. She didn't hesitate to go over to her raging father before he could step another foot closer to the Powells.

If it weren't for her, Connor would've lost his head to her father in a blink of an eye. She has never seen her father be in that kind of behavior before, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed of it. She practically had to drag him out of the mansion to end it all. The worst part about all of this is that her father still had the nerve to give her a ton of scolding when it was her who should be scolding him for not only making a scene but also placing her and Connor in a very awkward aura.

"What made you think you can just go out to places without having me know about it?" Her father asked exsasperately without turning to look at her. They were driving down the highway on their way home.

Emma rolled her eyes. "Because, Dad, I am already eighteen and capable of handling myself."

"Already?" Her father spoke incredulously. "You mean you're turning eighteen--"

"Which, might I add, is tomorrow." she interjected. "And by the looks of it, I am getting into a boarding school as my birthday present."

"Emma-"

"No, I don't want to hear it. Not now, not ever." Emma said with conviction, raising a hand as a gesture to stop. The scolding she earned was pretty much enough for the day.

There was a short silence between the two. "Still. I am your father and I have the right to know about your whereabouts. I don't want this to happen again." her father spoke, cutting into the tensed silence. "Did I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." Emma mumbled. As if she wasn't going to do it again.

She was a rebel after all.

Emma didn't wake up to the sound of her alarm, but rather to the ringing of her cellphone.