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Going Home

Your POV

It was a long ride home,
I just had my music in. It was the same old same old I was about to fangirl. One of my favorite songs came on: "Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off." You know its Panic At The Disco! With the long song titles.

Why am I trash? At this point, I had much more important things to think about. For instance, my dad, he won't let the fact go that I'll be sixteen soon and be able to drive a car.

"(Y/n), I know we can work this out. Your a good person and a well-behaving daughter. I love you no matter what." I thought to myself he's going to let the date, I was in absolute bliss. I was so excited. "I know you think I'm a complete asshole, but I'm only doing what's best for you. Or what I think is best for you. You're my daughter, I still make decisions until you're eighteen."

I just looked at him in complete anger and annoyance. I just wanted him to shut up and drive. So I can cool down in peace. Hopefully, we'll talk about this later when we go home.

Since now its dead silent I stared out the window. Taking in the scenery of leaves falling and changing colors. The sky was a bit gray, looking like it was going rain, sadly. I hate storms. It w-w-wass so dark I-I-could fall asleep so easi...l...y.

Awww she is the cutest when she's sleeping. (Y/n) hair was placed messily against her face. Had her mouth open and she's drooling. Kay, maybe she's not the cutest sleeper, but love can over look that. I mean I'm dating his father who cross-dresses.

I wonder if (y/n) will become a transgender? Or cross-dress like her father?
I can't wait to see what she becomes when she grows old.

"(Y/n), (y/n), wake up were here." I looked over at my father. "Where we at, hell?" I said half sleeping. "Get out the car now, and go inside don't curse in front of me like that ever again!" I rolled my eyes. "That's it your grounded and you can't date until your eighteen! You ungrateful thing!"

"Will, what happened now? I thought you had everything figured out? This is why you should let me handle sensitive subjects." I ran upstairs and didn't look back. It seems like I'm overreacting, but I've been an obedient daughter. He can't treat me like a grown up.

"Knock, knock, knock. It's your favorite father, as of right now. Can I come in?" I closed my eyes tighter in anger. "Yeshhahhhh." As my face was buried in a pillow filled with tears. "(Y/n), dear, you know I care about you right. I think cursing in front of you father was too far. We talked for bit, its almost been an hour. I think we should let you date."

"Dad won't let me go on a date and I know that, he sees me as a little girl and I hate it." I looked away from my other father. "Now you know we both love you right? Your father is still very stressed from his job. He takes his anger out on other people you just happened to be there at the time.

"He shouldn't do that at all he's garbage, he needs help with his anger issues." I rolled my eyes. "Come on dear don't be like this, your father is trying to protect you. I do agree with your father a bit, you're still our little girl no matter what. We just want you to be safe."

My other father has gone downstairs to let me think through something's. I just want to go back to school tomorrow and with the club. "(Y/n) come on out, it's time for dinner and I know your hungry. I'll be surprised if your not hungry.

"I'm coming!" I yelled very loudly. I was making my way downtown walking fast. Sorry what I meant to say was I was making my way downstairs. It was probably going to be awkward.

It's like one of your parents calls for a family meeting like every Tuesday. Tuesday? I don't know why? "(Y/n), it's so nice to see your face to clear up after being so sad. I like seeing you happy." I looked at my unhappy father.

"Can we discuss this please? I hate awkwardness as much as you guys do." My unhappy dad was the only one talking. I enjoyed the spaghetti in peace. I would eat in my room or have my phone. They would never allow that at the taaableeee.

I slurped up the noodles one by one and digested the meatballs happily. My dad looked at me. It seems like he was thinking about something intense. I look at my other father and said, "may I be excused?" He replied with, "yes and do not forget to rinse your dish and put it in the washer please."

I did what I was told I rinsed my dish and went up to my room. I still can't have my phone because of my concussion. Which sucks, also another reason I can't have my phone it's because I'm grounded.

"Knock, knock, knock."