Silent rebels

13.Got you

Shawn left late morning Although I wondered how or why he was convinced so easily that I was okay. He looked liked he wanted to stay but had something els going that he couldn't tell me about.

Maybe a afternoon class?

Not wondering to much about it I ran myself a hot bath. Lying in it for what  felt like hours,but in reality it was only forty minutes.

Getting out of the bath. I putted on a lose shirt and baggy short.

I walked down stair to the living room. I cleaned up by throwing away the empty cups and paper bag, folding the blankets and  putting the pillows back on the sofas.

I walk to the kitchen and pack the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

My phone rings and I don't even have to look at the caller to know who it is,"Did you forget something,Shawn?"

"Like what?" My dad asks. Trying to sound serious, but the humor in his voice giving him away.

"Hey Dad. How's it going?" I asked.  I can feel my skin burning up from embarrassment.

He laughed and then proceed to tell my everything their doing and that their mostly doing trust exercises and that everybody is having a blast doing them.

Then it was time to interrogate me."Are you fine? Do you want me to came home for a while before night shift? Is there still enough food? Do you eat at least once a day? Did Shawn behave himself last nights? Because you just say the word,me and Ryan will fu..."

"Dad, dad it is fine. I promise. Last night Shawn bought us some chicken soup from the cafe down the street and this morning I made us breakfast"

"Chicken soup? Are you sick?"

"Just a little cold Dad,nothing to worry about."

"That is it. I'm coming home to make sure that you're fine."

"Dad?" He hung up the phone.

Rolling my eyes I put the phone down on the counter and start to make dinner. If my dad wants to check on me he might as well just eat at home.

I decided to make baked potatoes, a green salad and pork chops. Getting to work ,I put on loud music.

Forty five minutes later. I'm busy cutting tomatoes and cheese. Throwing it with the rest of the salad.

I hear the door open. I clean my hands and walked out of the kitchen to the front door.

I walked to my dad and give him a hug. When we pulled apart he kept me at arm length. Looking me over for any signs of physical harm. He then pressed his hand against my face," You still have a fever." He said.

"Don't worry about it, Dad. I've survived a simple cold a billion times before I'm sure this one ain't more fatal than the other."

My dad looks at me and rolled his eyes,"If you're sarcastic like that I'm sure you will survive" he said with a little smile.

I smiled back and tried to close the door, but it wouldn't close,like something is stopping it.

I opened the door to see what stops it from closing while speaking to my dad,"I made us dinner since..." I stop in the middle of my sentence when I see who is at the door.