On Your Side [Teen Wolf Fan Fiction]

Chapter Eight

Melanie's POV:

"No, no, no!" I throw my phone across my bedroom, annoyed. The phone collides into my cream wall, not breaking into a million pieces like I was hoping it would. I should have taken the protective case off of it first.

Dad's head pokes in my room as he uses the door as a shield. His eyes floating over to my phone on my burgundy rug. "I know you said you wanted a new phone for your birthday, but I don't really think this is the way to do it."

I collapse back on my bed, glaring up at the ceiling. "Sorry." My phone vibrates on the rug from a new text message. I sit up quickly, "Stop!"

Dad raises his eyebrows and walks over to my phone, picking it up. "Twenty five voicemails, fifty three text messages, ninety eight missed calls, and they are all from Darla. Uh, I'm no rocket scientist, but I think she wants to talk. You should hear her out."

"I don't want to talk."

"Then just listen to her."

"I don't want to listen." I swing my legs off of my messy bed and wiggle my toes on the carpet. "Today is my lazy day and I don't plan on leaving the house."

Dad sets my phone on my dresser. "I thought Sundays were your lazy days? Today's Saturday."

I push up from my bed, walking over to my full length mirror, my reflection nearly frightening me. This is what I get for falling asleep with wet hair and not taking fully taking my makeup off. "I've declared the whole weekend as one giant lazy day."

"So, you're not going to talk to Darla?" Dad asks.

"Nope." I gather all of my hair up in a ponytail.

In the mirror, I see my dad pick up my car keys and unhook my house key from the lanyard. "Until you do, I'm locking you out of the house."

"But, I'm in the house." I reach for my makeup wipes to get rid of the leftover mascara under my eyes. Dad throws me over his shoulder with no warning. "Dad!" I screech in surprise.

"This is for your own good. Dealing with stubborn behavior is hard enough once a month, I don't need it anymore."

I'm jumbled around as he struggles to open the door and keep me on his shoulder. "Awh. Dad, c'mon! I'm in my pajamas!"

Dad gently places me on the ground and then rushes back inside. I race after him, banging my fists against the door. My own father can't lock me out of the house, right? He always had weird ways to punish me as a kid.

"Dad! Let me in!" I shout, not caring in the least if the neighbors see any of this. "Dad!"

"Heads up!"

Something hits the ground behind me and I spin around quickly. A black sneaker is laying upside down on the grass. I sigh, realizing that there is only one way to get back in my house. I walk towards my shoe, only to have the other one land a few feet away. I pull them on my sock covered feet.

"Catch!"

I look up just in time to see my keys headed straight for my face. I snatch them out of the air before they can hit me. "This is ridiculous!"

"I'm ordering pizza tonight. I hope you're home in time." Dad shouts from my bedroom window. "Good luck!"

If this was a cartoon, I would have steam coming out of my ears. The last thing I want to do is see Darla. Yeah, she's my best friend, but she really hurt me.

Much to my dismay, the drive to her house takes only a few minutes. The only car parked in the driveway belongs to Danny, but the garage door is up. Darla steps out of the garage, a medium sized cardboard box in her hands. She carries it to the garbage cans in front of my car, too absorbed in the music playing in her ears to notice me. I unbuckle my seatbelt while watching her.