"I feel bad for the people who never go crazy."
Trepidation (n): a feeling
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Athena Williams is a quiet and hardworking girl wit...
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ATHENA WILLIAMS ARRIVED home at approximately a quarter after nine. Her cheeks flushed a light pink as she shut the door softly behind her, letting her palm rest on the peeling white wood as she allowed herself to openly smile wide.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Her father shouted, his tone filled with malice as Athena closed her eyes. Her world suddenly shifted, as she realized that her little slice of heaven was all eaten up.
"Who do you think you are? Staying out so late? You think you're grown?" He spits to a timid Athena, who slowly approached the living area.
"I never implied that. I was just with a friend. We went to see a movie after work-"
"-a friend? What friend? Since when do you all of a sudden go out with a friend? You don't have any." He almost roars, Athena swallowing the rising bile as she cleared her throat slowly.
"I made a new friend, at work. He is very nice."
Her father leans forward now, his eyes filled with rage. He didn't like that.
"A boy? Did you go out with a boy? Without my permission?" He growled.
"It was nothing bad, I promise. We watched Scream, that new scary movie-"
"-you're out with a boy without permission, and spending money you don't have. You're so fucking stupid, Athena. I'm convinced." He spoke, leaning back in his seat again as he picked up a can of beer.
"You ask me first, I don't know who you think you are. I'm your father, and I call the shots around this fucking house. If it wasn't for me, you'd have nothing. Understood?"
Athena's face was flushed considerably, her eyes desperately trying to keep the tears back as she tried her best not to talk back. He was her father...but should she let him talk to her like that? Even when he was wrong?
"I'm so-"
"-I don't even want to see your face. Get the fuck away from me." He scoffs, waving his hand as Athena got the hint.
She pushed past the bright TV screen and into her room, where she cried silently into her hands. Small whimpers escaped her lips as she tried to remain calm. She never really cried, as she was just so used to how her father spoke to her. Of course, it still angered her, but it was something she had grown numb too. Then again, sometimes he just took it too far.
Athena walked over to her window, ready to close the open blinds for the night before she almost jumped back. Jake Abbey still stood outside of his car, leaning on the hood with a cigarette between his lips. Athena wasn't a big fan of cigarettes, and it was odd that Jake smoked them. He never smelt of the cancer sticks. With slow movements, the young woman twisted the blinds closed.
She felt her heart hammer beneath her chest, her hands shaking as she placed them on her hips. If her father saw him out there, things would get ugly. She paced the room silently, her breath coming out in shallow huffs. With a groan, Athena pulled the blinds up to her room. Opening the window slightly, she called out to Jake lowly.
