I walked up to the doors of Chanel and saw Cleo waiting for me, vanilla chai latte in hand. She handed it to me and I thanked her for it.
"How'd you get out of the tower?" She inquired as I opened the door and a a young woman greeted the both of us.
"Let's just say I have my ways Cleo." I smiled at her and gave an immediate gasp when I saw the cutest bag ever. I ran over to it as Cleo followed after me.
"How much is it?" Cleo asked, running her fingers over the cool leather.
"Does it matter?! It's gorgeous!" Cleo took the price tag in her hands and flipped it over.
"Oh my god Emma, this is almost six thousand dollars, won't your dad flip?"
"No I don't think he'll flip, he'll get over it. Plus it's not like we're poor or anything." I grabbed the beautiful Chanel bag and we were on our way. The shopping trip lasted for quite some time and I was actually able to enjoy myself without having to think about crazy people trying to attack us, and my dads going all anal on me.
When I was finally back home I made my way up the elevator, thinking that everything was going to be fine and that nobody would have noticed that I was gone, but I was wrong. Dad's face was as red as a tomato and you could see every little vein on Pops's neck.
"Where the hell were you Emma Louise Rogers-Stark?" Pops crossed his arms over his chest in this menacing kind of way.
"I went shopping with Cleo." I tried to play coy.
"After I specifically told you not to go." I could hear the tone in his voice rise and he was starting to get angry with me.
"You weren't being fair! I told you I wanted to go shopping and you wouldn't let me so I went on my own. I'm an adult now I should be treated like one."
"You are not an adult Emma, you're only fifteen, and fifteen year olds cannot just do whatever the hell they want!" Pops almost screamed at me, but then sighed and looked over to Dad.
"Where's my credit card Emma? I know you have it, so just give it to me now. And we're returning all that stuff you bought tomorrow." I handed the credit card over to my Dad and looked at him with shock in my eyes.
"What?! No, you can't!"
"Yes I can and I will. In your room, all shopping privileges have been revoked until further notice. You can only leave the house for school and soccer, do you hear me?" Dad took my bags away from me and set them behind the couch, it was obvious that he was going to move them later.
"We're only doing this for your own good honey, so you won't get hurt." Pops said calmly but I ignored him, I didn't want anything to do with either of them right now.
"Give me your phone." Dad held his hand out, waiting for me to drop it into his palm.
"No." I quickly said and was about to go into my room but Pops wouldn't let me.
"Give your Dad the phone Emma." Pops said, trying to calm the situation down.
"Give me your phone now Emma! I am so sick and tired of your shit, just give me the goddamn phone and go to your room!" Dad yelled at me and was breathing very heavily. I dropped my phone into his hand and went to my room.
I locked my door and face planted into my pillows. I'd never seen him that angry before and it scared the crap out of me. Tears started to slowly roll their way out of my eyes as I thought about Dad's face and how contorted it got when he screamed at me. I never wanted to see him like that ever again, but an apology right now is not the best idea. I stayed in bed for a good twenty minutes before there was a knock on my door.
"Emma it's me, open the door sweetheart. Please?" Pops said, sounding as he always did after an argument with me--sweet and sorry.
"Why should I?"
"Because I just want to talk to you honey."
"Fine." I got up out of my bed and unlocked the door. I sat back down on my bed, brought my knees up to my chest and waited for him to enter. Pops slowly opened the door and sat down on my bed.
"I'm not here to patronize you sweetheart, I just want to know why you left when I told you not to? Why are you acting out and disobeying me and your Dad?"
"I don't know, because I thought that since Peter did it, it was okay if I did it." Pops had his thinking face on.
"Emma, just because Peter can do something doesn't mean you can. You can't stay out late and come home at one o'clock in the morning and expect us to be fine with it. We were barely fine with it when Peter did all of that stuff." Pops sighed and moved closer to me.
"I miss him..." I stated, and it was true I did miss my older brother.
"Your Dad and I miss him too, you aren't the only one. But he'll be back for Thanksgiving and then Christmas and everything will be fine ok?" Pops brought an arm around my shoulders to hug me and I leaned into him.
"I'll bring your Dad up to talk to you." Pops said before placing a kiss to my temple and leaving. About ten minutes later there was a knock on my door and a head poking through.
"Hey Dad."
"Hey kid," Dad said, trying to find the right words.
"I'm sorry I left the house when you guys told me not to, I'm sorry that I took your credit card without asking, and I'm sorry I've been acting rudely towards you guys. I just miss Peter."
"I know."
"You do?"
"Yeah I mean, I figured. What else could it have been? You're not on your monthly are you?"
"Dad!"
"What I'm just asking. But really, my temper was out of control today and I'm sorry. I can't say it won't happen again...but I'll try to keep cool."
"Thank you Daddy." I smiled at him as I hugged him. "Do we really have to return all that stuff I bought?"
"No, I guess not." I giggled with joy at the sound of that and all prior instances have been forgotten.
