I woke up in a bad mood that day, so did Chris. It was Saturday and he had the weekend off. I had not fully gotten over that I got to meet the cast of avengers. I couldn't really sleep too well since I'd been coughing a lot. So at 06:00 AM, I left my room to watch tv, and get myself a drink. I poured myself a glass of water, and turned on the tv. Not long after I turned it on, Chris sleepily came into the room and turned it off.
"What are you doing watching tv at this time? Go back to bed!" He said sternly
"But"
"No buts. Go. Now!" He ordered staring at me. I didn't move. I was a stubborn kid in a bad mood at 06:10 in the morning.
"Why? It's not fair" I complained, raising my voice slightly
"Louise Natasha Evans!" He yelled. He only had called me by my full name once before, and he never yelled. I got really scared and ran into the bathroom. Locking myself in. I heard footsteps come up to the door, and I heard the handle jiggle.
"Go away!" I shouted through the door, in th heat of the moment I had started to shout and I was crying because I was so mad at him.
"DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOUNG LADY." For a while there was a constant back and forth between Chris and I. Both arguing over something that had escalated way out of proportion, and could have ended 10 minutes ago. But it was 06:21 when I said three words that I regretted as soon as the escaped my mouth.
"I hate you!" I screamed as I opened the bathroom door and stormed into my bedroom. There wasn't a reply or response, or any movement made to my bedroom. Just silence. I knew I'd hurt him, and I felt terrible. I didn't hate him, he adopted me, he loved me, he saved me. I'd calmed down and heard movement in the kitchen. It was Chris quietly washing up the glass I'd left in the living room. I could just about make out the noise of him sniffing above the sound of the water. I ran to him and gave him the biggest hug I had ever given to anybody. His eyes were slightly red. He'd been crying. But my eyes were much worse, tear stains still lined my cheeks and my eyes were puffy.
"I'm sorry daddy, I didn't mean it I really love and I don't hate you at all. I just wasn't thinking properly because I was very angry that you shouted at me and I didn't listen to you and then I made you angry." I spluttered. Chris dried he hands and hugged me back, just as tight as I was hugging him.
"I'm sorry I shouted at you in the first place. I over reacted and I should have known to stop prolonging the situation." He smiled down at me, wiping the tears from my face.
"I love you Louise."
"I love you too Daddy"
