They D̶o̶n̶t̶ Know About Us // Niley

Chapter Thirty Two

Miley's POV

My phone died, I wish I had died instead, at least that way I could avoid this very awkward conversation with Dad.

"So," He said. "Are you still seeing that boy?"

Fuck my fucking life.

Out of all the ice breakers sentences in the world, he decided to ask me a question about my 'boy', instead of all the "Nice weather today"'s and "What's up?"'s he fucking came up with this.

I shrugged and took another bite of my brunch. The moment fell silent again except for the sound of silverware clinking against one another.

Dad let out a small sigh and rose to his feet and approached the fridge. I thought that shrug had made him decide to leave the question alone.

But I thought wrong. Dad poured himself a glass of water and threw a few ice cubes in it before sitting beside me again.

I swallowed the last bit of meat and quickly rushed to the sink to avoid him. I placed it under the faucet as slow as I could, before turning the knob and letting the bitting cold water collided with my hands.

"You don't have to do that, Mile." Dad said behind me. I pretended I didnt heard him and glanced over my shoulder.

"What?" I mumbled, raising my voice a little as if the water was running loudly.

I heard Dad sigh followed by the creak of the chair against the floor tiles. I turned my head around to see him standing behind me.

He patted the side of my arm and leaned closer, I could feel his breathing against my ear.

"You okay, buddy?" He asked in concern. I nodded and grabbed the sponge.

Dad kissed the side of my forehead, and he stepped away. "Alright," He said in defeat.

He walked away and I heard him putting his glass down on the counter. "I'll be in my studio," He said. "If you need me,"

"Oh," I exclaimed softly "I'm leaving, I just came to eat," I confessed.

Dad nodded again, but his back was facing me. He mumbled something that sounds like an okay as he walked out of the kitchen.

And I dont know if it's me, I just know it's kind of strange of him. But I ignored it and collected my bag that I had slinged over the chair.

"Bye,Dad!"

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I stretched myself across the couch, while Bean had fallen asleep on the floor beside me.

It's almost night and my phone kept saying the same thing every time I dialed Nick's number; Out of reach.

He called me this morning, saying he's got something important to say, but due to my ongoing meeting that I hadn't attend yet to at that time, I hung up on him.

Maybe it was selfish, but I was really busy. I desperately tear my phone away from my ear and expelled a sigh.

I closed my eyes and patted Bean to reduce the stress. Everybody was acting strange today. I feel like I hadn't talked to anyone but Mom since I left this morning.

There was Dad, but the awkward tension between us was more noticeable than our two-sentence conversation.

Maybe he's mad that I kept blowing him off when he asked about Nick. I dont think he can tolerate him anymore since he found out about us.

But, it's really none of his business, nor his job to interfere with my relationship. It will always comes down to both of us when it comes to our relationship.