What It Takes

Well That Was Embarrassing

I looked from my Dad, to the five men, back to my Dad, and back to the five men.

"Aero-fuckin'-smith?!!" I squealed, staring at the band.

"Yeah, I tried to do a nice thing and introduce you to your favourite band, but you were getting head from some random person you just met and were rude to me." Dad snarled, rolling his eyes.

"Sorry, sex is better than relationships. And what do you expect, you barged in on me naked." I shrugged.

The band kept laughing through this, and I couldn't help but join in with them.

"Anyway, Hales, this is-" Dad began.

"I know their names! It's nice to meet you, Steven, Joe, Joey, Tom and Brad." I smiled, shaking their hands, but when I got to Steven he pulled me in for a hug, causing me to giggle.

"It's nice to meet you too, sugar." Steven winked.

I giggled, causing my Dad to roll his eyes. I flipped him the bird and got my phone out to text Brook.

Me: Aerosmith. My house. Now.

Brook: Oh my God, does that mean what I think it does?! Be right over babe!

"Who you texting?" Dad asked.

"Brook." I stated.

"Why?" He inquired.

"It doesn't concern you." I snapped.

"So, why do you two hate each other?" Joe questioned.

"I don't hate-" Dad began.

"Because he abandoned me as a child to my poor Mum, and now he pretends like he cares." I snapped, causing my Dad to sigh.

"Ouch." Joey said, as Tom and Brad nodded.

The door bell rang, so I ran to open it.

"Brook! Oh my God! Come in!" I giggled. Brook lives really close, so it didn't take her long to get here.

"Are they here?" She asked, excitement just bursting right through her.

"Yes! Follow me!" I exclaimed, before hearing a squeal come out of Brook's mouth.

I led her to the lounge where the five Gods, in all their glory, were standing (and my Dad.)

"Ahh! Oh my God! Oh my God!" She squealed, jumping up and down, earning a few laughs from the band.

"What's your name, honey?" Joe asked, giving her a pantie-dropping smirk.

"Err.." She said, thinking, too absorbed by Joe.

"Her names Brook." I gasped, in between laughs.

"You're beautiful, baby." Joe told her, smiling.

She blushed and looked down at her feet, shy from the compliment.

"Hey, Hayley, we saw that guy you were...ya know..when he was leaving. He was clutching his jaw and limping out, did something happen?" Tom asked.

"He wouldn't leave." I shrugged.

"Wait, let me get this right. You used a random stranger for sex, kicked him out before you guys finished, and beat him up because he protested to leaving. God, how did your mother raise you?" Dad demanded.

He can't speak to me like that! That's it.

"The first bit's true, but that's not the fucking reason I beat him up. If I hadn't of, I'd have been beaten and raped. And my Mum damn sure did a better job of raising me then you did! I mean, where the fuck were you in my childhood? Where were you on my birthdays? On important exams? When I first got my heartbroken? When I first got raped? Or where were you, just in general, for your daughter, your only daughter, oh wait, your only child? Maybe if you hadn't left Mum like that, and I hadn't been heartbroken, used, raped or abused more times than I've been in a fuckin' healthy relationship, then I wouldn't be having sex with people. This has nothing to do with MY Mum, ok?" I yelled, digging my nails into my palm to stop from punching him right then and there.