Something Worth Fighting For (ON HOLD!)

Something Worth Fighting For--Chapter 4

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥Myeshia Hinshaw ©♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

What? Could it be...that Meme is uploading after like 2 weeks of being gone? Yes it is true! Im back. Lets just get into Chapter 4. (Picture of Director Paul Hamiliton>>>>>>)

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Something Worthing Fighting For--Chapter 4

"Hi, Father." i said with a little finger wave and a poker face. My father didnt really like me. At one point in time, he did. But then my mother went rogue and destroyed everything..including our family. She was shot to death by my father's right hand man, after she pulled a gun on him. I was there...I saw everything. She was in the middle of telling me something when she was shot...right in front of me. I still have nightmares to this day. That was 4 years ago. This is today and today, my father is sending me rays of hatred with his eyes. The only reason that I can come up with why he hates me so much, is that I look like my mother. The phrase, "I am my mother's daughter" rings true when it comes to our appearances.

"It's Director Hamiliton to you, Agent." His voice quiet but the disgust screamed at me. Oh yeah, did I mention that Daddy Dearest was also my boss? Relunctantly, I sat down and mumbled, "Aye, aye, Director Hard-ass."

My father stopped his lecture on how to properly load the weapon to stare at me. "Repeat, Agent." He demanded. Everybody's eyes were on me...once again.

I cleared my throat to be dramatic. I already knew I was going to get in trouble; I might as well have some fun with it. "I said, 'Aye, aye, Captain Hard-ass." You could literally hear a pin drop. Or a flea fart. "Sir." I added, smirking,

"Agent Hamiliton, are you asking for trouble?" his tone was cold and formal towards me: his only daughter.

I scoffed. "Aw, what are you gonna do, Pops? Ground me? Take away my cellphone?" I feigned being scared. I gasped. "My car?" I placed my hand over my heart as if I couldn't bear to part with one of my many cars. I looked him dead in his neon blue eyes. "Do your worst, Father." Hatred leaked out of my voice like venom.

"It's Director Hamiliton," he spoke.

I chuckled sarcastically and rolled my eyes. "That's right. You can't even be classified as a Father. You haven't been one for like 4 years now."

"I will not be spoke to like that by an Agent." he growled.

That did it. That poured the vinegar into the baking soda for me. I erupted. I stood up so fast that my chair fell to the ground. "Look at me, Dad! Just fucking look at me for once!. I am your daughter first, then an Agent. I didn't do anything to you. But yet, you look at me with disgust. I am your daughter." I stormed up to him. I picked up his arm and it pinched his skin. "I am your flesh and blood." I whispered the last part.

He pulled his arm out my grasp like it was on fire. He was quiet for a little bit and I thought that finally I got through to him. And then... "That's it. You are suspended for a week."

My heart would have broke if he didn't break 4 years ago. "Fuck this," I murmurmed to myself. I went back to my table and gathered my stuff. I didn't make eye contact with anybody. I was more like staring through them. I walked to the door with my head held high and back stiff. With my hand on the door knob, I turned to face my dad. "Director Hamiliton," I sneered, "when you decided to become a father again, I'll be at my house that you bought because you couldn't fucking stand to look at your only daughter." I yanked open the door and slammed it with a purpose behind me. I swiftly walked out into the hall and threw my notebook in the floor. "Fuck!" I yelled as I punched a glass window. I didn't feel any pain. I haven't felt anything for years now. I could see blood trickle from my knuckles. I heard the door open and footsteps coming towards me. Dad, I hoped, please let that be you. Please realize that I am your daughter, not another one of your Agents. "Lily?" Two voices said. And not one of them belonged to my father. It was stupid of me to think he could love me again, I thought to myself as I turned around to find Amir and Jacob; worried sketched on their handsome faces.

"Lily Pad, are you OK?" Concern rang loudly in Jacob's voice. And I hated it. It made me feel weak,

"Isn't it obvious? My father, Director Hamiliton, hates me." I bit out. Anger began to boil inside of me.

"That's not-" Amir began before I cut him off. "Oh, bullshit, Amir. We all know he does. He just proved it in there." I stabbed the air with hand as I pointed toward the doors we just came out of. I closed my eyes and willed myself to calm down. I shouldn't be yelling at them. "Can somebody take me home? I don't want to be here anymore." I asked them with my eyes still closed.

"I can." They said in unison. My eyes snapped open in confusion. "How can you both take me home?"

"Well, when we both got up to follow you out, Director Hamiliton gave us two choices. One was to sit back down and the other one was to follow you and get a week suspension. We picked Option # 2." Jacob answered.

I smiled at little. "Thanks guys."

"No problem." Amir commented. We then fell into an awkward silence. "Um," I said breaking it. "Who is going to take me home?"

Jacob stepped foward. "I will, Lils." I looked behind Jacob at Amir. He looked tense and his hands were in fists at his side. He exhaled sharply before shoving a hand through his hair. "I'll follow," he murmured. He grabbed his keys from his pocket. He pushed past us roughly. I blinked in confusion. He has no reason to be mad. I'm the only one with a legit reason to be mad. So, what the hell is his problem? I pondered as I watched his stiff retreating back.

"What the hell is his problem?" Jacob voiced my thoughts.

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