So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury)

Chapter Thirty: Sick To My Stomach

       My vision is clear as I open my eyes and see the sun shining through my open window. "Good morning Tiffany." My dad said without me even seeing him. I sit up and cough slimly. "Good morning." I reply. He sits along the foot of my bed and sighs. "How are you feeling?" He asks. I sigh and put my hair up to get it out of the way for a temporary amount of time. "I'm actually a lot better." I tell the truth. "That's good." He says and we both have an awkward moment of staring at each other. First at his brown eyes that are the same eyes as mine. Then to his beard that I think has suited him the most besides besides no facial hair at all.

       He broke the silence by speaking to me. "You knew that this conversation has to come, but we have to talk about what happened last night." He informed calmly. I would rather have my dad be screaming and throwing hands at me. Because when he is calm or even silent, that means the wheels in his head are spinning rapidly, and he's about to ruin your damn life. I am just ready. I scoff at what he just said, knowing that he will give me attitude in return. But what does it matter? I'm going to get yelled at anyways. Besides I enjoy pissing my dad off. "Can't I just apologize and we can move on?" I question sarcastically.

       His eyes went wide and the pupils shrunk due to rage. "No Tiffany you can't apologize! And because of you being fucking smart with me you're grounded for two weeks! I was originally going to ground you for one week!" He yelled. "But you didn't!" I yelled back. "You know what that's another week!" He said. I crossed my arms. "Well, you don't really do much when you ground me anyways." I tell him and I am right. Lately he hasn't been very good at disciplining me and overall, hasn't been the dad that he used to be. Hell I got away with staying over at Rami's house one night. I just lied and said that Joe needed me. Damn. What exactly has my life come to?

       "Oh? I don't do enough? Really? Ok, ok, ok. For three weeks, these are your new conditions: you can only drive your car to and from school, and I need the keys in my hand as soon as you enter through the front door. No tv of course so you know what," He started to explain and then walked over to the tv on my dresser. I stand up due to quick reflexes on someone touching my stuff. "No dad that's mine!" I try to defend myself. He only smiled as he unplugged the chord. My eyes go wide. "Do you pay the cable bill? No but I do. So this is mine!" He told me. I could've sworn that he wanted to hit me at the moment, with that I made the knowledgeable decision to put my hands up and attempt to be civil. Watching myself get robbed of my belongings by my own father, it's quite a spectacle.

       "Jim! Get your ass in here with a box and help me remove Tiffany's shit!" He yelled and now I'm hurt by the fact that he has to get Jim involved. Who I definitely favor over my own dad at the moment. But here comes Jim with the biggest cardboard box I have ever seen. My cheeks are now red. I don't know if it's due to anger or humiliation. My dad made his way towards the phone on my nightstand. "Dad no!" I yelled. "I am taking out MY phone out of your room!" He said and put it in the box that already had my tv inside. I want to cry but I'm not going to. I don't want to be a little bitch anymore. I just continue to watch as he carefully removes the three posters from my wall. Throwing them in the box.

       Jim just watched and I can tell that he really found this to be amusing. "No more posters, your room has to be bland. All you have is books." He sated while grabbing my record player and all of the records, including all of the albums of Queen gifted to me and signed by Brian May himself. "I'll have somewhat of a life for three weeks then." I said being relieved that I can still have the ability to keep myself entertained. "Ok then! If that's the case then the library is going to be locked too!" He dad yelled and I gasped. "No! That's not fair!" I yelled. He only laughed, his hysterical laugh. The one where it seems that he has gone mad. "Oh no Tiff! I know it's not! All you can do now is your homework and you can eat! And I'm also taking your bathing suit so don't even think about getting in that jacuzzi!" He yelled and took out my bathing suit from my dresser. Shit. I swear parent's can be mind readers sometimes. I just hope that he doesn't find my thong in that same drawer.