Chapter IV

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I Have Had Enough Of My Father Playing With My Emotions

Tyler Foley

'Sweetheart,' My father threw his arm around Andrea and pulled her close to his side. 'You will love this house.'

I watched Andrea carefully. She stiffened against him and her face darkened. The anger that had turned my blood into ice thawed slightly as I saw her expression. I wanted to punch my father in his smug little face for touching her and speaking to her. I didn't understand why I felt this way entirely, but I blamed it on the fact that my father never spoke to me or looked at me like that. Andrea detached herself from him and shuffled next to me. I forced a grin onto my face as I looked down on her, trying fruitlessly to overcome my anger. I probably looked constipated.

'So,' she started lightly, 'Tyler.'

I looked at her and tried to keep my face straight but my eyes crinkled at the edges and betrayed my emotions.

'Andy.' I nodded at her.

I didn't fail to notice how she squinted her eyes in pain and looked away as I called her that.

'Andrea Mae Reed.' she said solemnly, punctuating each syllable with a nod.

'Tyler Cally-Jay Foley.' mimicking her nodding exaggeratedly and doing a perfect impression of a pigeon.

She giggled sweetly but it morphed into a cough when her mother turned around to look.

We were situated outside their home, waiting for Tony to pick us up. A black car that looked more like a truck came into view. Tony clambered out of the car and he shot me an easy grin winking when he noticed Andrea. I shook my head at him with a smile. I moved towards the passenger seat but Tony grimaced and pointed to a bulky man that seemed to cast a shadow over us. I was taller than him, but the muscles covering every inch of his skin made me feel quite the opposite. A removal man, maybe? There were three seats in the back and I knew that Andrea or I could sit comfortably with my father and Lucy.

I looked at the couple and my father was whispering into her ear with his hand traveling downwards from the small of her back. Well. And I thought I was a player. Shuddering, I turned away from the scene and glanced at Andrea, who had a similar expression on her face. We locked eyes and a silent agreement occurred. We climbed swiftly into the two seats at the far end of the car. The car ride was quick and mostly silent, except for the usual amazed comment from Andrea about the surroundings. To which I agreed to and returned to staring at Andrea staring out the window. Only because there was nothing better to look at.

'The houses look really nice up here.'

She was right, the houses looked better the higher we got. They were large and extravagant and simple and minimalist all at the same time.

'We must be close.' I murmured, my words were accentuated with Andrea's innocent ooh's and ahh's of awe. She was too cute for her own good...mine too.

And I must have been too caught up in her because suddenly the car had shuddered to a stop and everyone was hurrying out. I lingered behind and Andrea too. A silence settled over us and I couldn't quite tell if it was awkward or comfortable. Slowly I turned to look at Andrea but found that she was already looking at me with such intensity that I was reminded of the night before. I wasn't used to girls that were so profound and intense yet were so blissfully ignorant simultaneously. I cleared my throat. The thought of last night had reminded me what I had needed to talk to her about.

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