Hehe....:D
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"Hello?" I asked into the phone shakily.
I heard a gruff voice over the phone and another lower one in the background, mumbling something. "Amethyst," my father said, more as a statement than a question.
I was silent for a while. Aden put a hand on my shoulder. I took a breath and then realeased, saying quieter than I ought to have, "Ye-yes."
"What the he-Just what the hell do you think you're doing, Amethyst? What are you doing at Mr. Tiller's house?" My father was using his controlled voice, though I know his anger was soon going to boil over.
"Miller," I mumbled stupidly.
My father made a very angry noise and then laughed unbelievingly. "Amethyst, baby, do you know what you're doing?"
"Yes, I do," I said angrily. "I've always know. I love Aden-we love each other."
"What do you know about love? Your a child, Amethyst," he said, his voice rising. I heard my mother say something about tone in the background. "Well, I need to be stern with her, Tina! It's your spoiling that's made her do this!"
"Daddy, please," I mumbled. "If you were just to meet Aden, you'd understand what a great guy he is."
"What did you do last night?" he asked quietly.
I looked back at Aden. He had been listening as well. He stared back at me with wide eyes, shaking his head fervently. I turned my head back to the phone and then said, ever so quietly, "We-we...had dinner. And then I slept in his room and he slept on the couch. Nothing happened." I felt guilt sink to my stomach.
"Well, at least that little bastard has some forethought," my father mumbled angrily. Aden coughed a little.
"Daddy! Don't call him that!" I said angrily. I smiled at Aden cheesily.
"I want you to come home right now, Amethyst," he said. His voice was strained and I could tell he was tired. I felt horrible all of the sudden for making them worry so much about me. My parents must have stayed up all night worried sick about me.
"I know, Daddy. Aden's going to take me right now," I said, looking at the floor. "I'll talk to you then," I said, slowly trying to end the conversation.
"And Amethyst," my father said slowly. "I want you to know something...I've never been so disappointed in you." With that he hung up.
I looked down at the floor, letting the old style phone receiver slip out of my hands. I felt tear drops fall to my bare foot and then wiped them away from my face quickly. "Eat something and get ready," I said to Aden, trying to hide my emotions.
Before I could walk past him, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug, kissing me on the top of the head. "I'm sorry," he mumbled into my hair.
"It's not your fault," I said, keeping my tears in. "I love you, Aden."
"I love you too," he said, pushing my shoulders back and giving me a kiss on the forehead. "I'll just go get ready. Oh," he said, turning towards me again. "...Thank-you, Amethyst."
I nodded and smiled. "Thank-you, too."
He smiled and disappeared into the hallway. I looked down at my eggs and sighed. I spooned some into my mouth and then went over to make some coffee. I looked at the boiling water in the coffee maker and then remembered how angry my father would be. I sighed and looked down at my hands. "What have you done?" I asked curiously.
