1993
October
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Life is like the sea. It can be calm, serene, and beautiful. But, it can also be raging. If you've been happy enough, expect the worst to come crashing in. Maybe in waves, but sometimes, it's a tsunami.
Tate hadn't gotten a call from Alicia all day, which doesn't usually happen ever since the kiss they've shared two weeks ago. He figured that he should call her just to check. He ran out of his room and jogged down the stairs to the house phone in the living room. He immediately dialed her number. It rang a few times before someone picked up. "Hey-" He started, only to be cut off. "Who the fuck is this?" A deep male voice spoke up. He knew that slurred voice, the anger that glazes it. "Oh, hello Mr. Miller. Is Alicia home right now?" He asked with a scowl. He hated the bastard for what he does to Alicia, but Tate figured being rude to him will get him nowhere. "Is this Constance's son?" Gregory Miller asked with a growl. Tate merely kept quiet. "Look, Kate." Tate cuts him off by correcting him. "Tate." He spoke. "Who the fuck cares?" Gregory's voice raised. "The thing is Alicia isn't home, what do you want from my daughter anyway? Sex? Has she become a little whore like your mother? Does she let you do whatever you ask her to? I envy you-"
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