Chapter 4 - My Girl

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The next morning...

When I woke up, I looked on my phone to see what the time was...

Dad [10 Missed Calls]
Dad [5 New Messages]
Dad [1 New Voicemail]

SHIT! My dad is going to kill me...

"Brandon, wake up!"

"Mmm.. 5 more minutes, Mimi." He groaned.

"Brandon.. Wake the fu*k up. My Dad is going lose it."

He groaned again, but didn't move.. Then he started snoring lightly again. Seriously?
He'd only gone back to sleep.

Sigh.. Sorry Brandon!
I grabbed my pillow..

And hit him with it.

"BRANDON!"

"Jesus Christ Mia.." he said sitting up in shock. At least he was awake now.

"Sorry.. But you need to get me home.. Like, right now."

"Did we stay here all night?"

"YES. And if you don't get me home, my Dad will probably kill you as well."

"Mia, calm down."

"Calm? CALM? How can I be cal--"
Before I had a chance to finish my sentence, he kissed me and stifled me. Now wasn't the time to be messing around. My Dad was going to go ape sh*t

I tried to pull away, but he held me tight with no intention of letting me go.

"Brandon.."

"Mmm?"

"Stop!"

He pulled away slowly and smirked at me. "I'm not sorry for that."

"You won't be saying that later."

"I'll tell him it's my fault."

"You'd do that?"

"I'd do anything for you, Mimi. You'll always be my girl." He said, smiling sweetly at me and kissing the end of my nose.

Us two were always getting into trouble when we were kids, and him knowing what my parents were like, he always got me out of it. Even if it was my fault. And knowing my parents they probably didn't believe him.. at all, but they never questioned him.

~~~

We both got dressed and made our way back to my house. I was not looking forward to facing my dad after all the missed calls and texts he'd left me.

I'd be in trouble, I know. But my Dad knows what I'm like. He knows that I do my own thing.

But at the end of the day, I'm not a kid anymore.

~~~

20 minutes later...

We pulled into my driveway and we both just sat there for a while.

"Do you want me to come in with you?"

"Are you sure you're prepared for what he'll throw at you?"

"I'm a big boy. I can take it."

"Come on then, big boy, let's go inside, shall we?"

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