A Captain and Her Ship

Chapter 11: Entertainment

Chapter 11: Entertainment


“Dad, can you take me to Olivier’s house?" I was walking down the stairs when I saw him come out of the bathroom. He looked up at me, and sighed. What was that? Why is he sighing? I didn’t ask for money.

“Don’t you have any other friends to hang out with?” He asked, leaning on the edge of the staircase. Well, Whiskey Lover is creepy and mentally unstable, Jordan hates me, the three most annoying girls in my school want to kill me, and all my teachers pray that I don’t come back when I leave school.

“No” I replied.

“Really? Are you sure you want to go?” He asked firmly.

“No duh." I walked down the stairs and opened up the front door. “I’ll be back tomorrow."

He muttered something under his breath and followed me outside.

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My dad parked his car into the driveway of Olivier’s house and unbuckled his sit belt.

“Okay, let’s make this fast," he exclaimed, opening the door on his side.

I looked over at my door and saw it was still locked, so I reached over to the driver seat and clicked unlock. My door open and I jumped out. I turned over towards Olivier’s house when I saw my Dad eyeing Mrs. Hicks. It was a flirtatious stare, and they were gazing into each other’s eyes with pure love and happiness, the way I hoped for Olivier and Jordan.  There's no need to worry, though. It's only a bump on the road.

When I met up with my Dad, their eyes still didn’t leave each other. I wonder if my dad did something stupid to them. Her eyes were filled with anger and disgust, like when I see Mrs. Miller in the morning. But, they didn’t suit her; she was more of a kind-hearted housewife that enjoyed spending time with her family and watch them grow-up into fine adults. Ew!

I tried to grab a hold of my Dad’s jacket sleeve, but his eyes stopped me. They were full of hatred and animosity and he was clutching his fist so tight, I thought his nails would pierce his skin. Was this why he didn’t want to come to Olivier’s house? I should have asked Mom. Still, I’ve never seen him like this. Why does he dislike her so much? What happened to make their sights so cold?

“Prue!” A familiar voice yelled, running in between the doorframe.

“Oliver!” I exclaimed, seeing that the expression on our parent’s faces had changed.

“Well, Prue, why don’t you come inside,” she proposed, moving out of the doorframe. I entered and looked over my shoulder to see my Dad glaring at Mrs. Hicks until she closed the door and showed up in the living room. I plopped onto the brown sofa while Oliver picked up the TV remote and sat right next to me.

“Is there anything you guys want to snack on before dinner?” she asked, putting on such a fake smile in my presence. I coughed.

“Prue, are you okay?” Olivier asked worriedly. He placed his hands on my cheeks and pulled them towards his face, to the point where our foreheads touched. I heard a scoff in the background and knew it was Mr. Hicks.

“You don’t have a fever,” he questioned. “Do you want me to get you some water?" I pushed Olivier’s chest so we wouldn’t be so close. I would've killed him if Mrs. Hicks weren’t there. I don’t like being touched like that, and besides, he’s supposed to be all passionate with Jordan, not me.

“I’m fine.” I snapped, glancing over at Mrs. Hick leaving the room.

“Where are you going?” I asked, in a sweet tone.

“I’m getting some water for you two,” she replied with a rasp in her tone.

“That was weird.” Oliver wondered, handing me the remote.

“But it was entertaining.” I smirked, turning on the TV.

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