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

Chapter Thirty Two: Mr. Bad Guy

A/N: This chapter sucks. It really does so I'm sorry in advance. Also I feel that a campaign needs to be started called #tiffanyisadumbass, you're welcome.

       Two weeks have gone by so slowly and I have almost lost my damn mind. This is all because I was peer pressured into going out for one night. I don't even think that I will party when I am an adult. Due to my potential career choice, I most likely will not have time for it. I want so desperately to leave.

       I have better things to do on Saturday, I could even give you his name. It's Rami of course. An idea came to mind when I thought of those four letters. I want to see him so badly. I miss him so much and I only recently have had the privilege to hear his voice.

I love him so much that I tell him everyday. He always answers with saying that he loves me more and that I am the love of his life. Or that I am the best thing that ever happened to him. All beautiful words that I have been waiting for years to hear from another man. I need him right now.

It made me so angry the way that my dad treated him last week. My father judged him so harshly and I'm sure that it made Rami feel horrible. How would my dad feel if I judged him? Probably not the best. I swear as soon as I graduate I want nothing to do with him. The next time that I want to see him is when he is dying and I have to. I am most certain that I want to be with Rami for the rest of my life. I want to grow old with him. I love him and I need to see him now. I can't take it anymore. I need him or else I will go insane. I'm already grounded for a month. That is even worse than for life. Since I don't have my keys, I will go by foot. I used to travel by foot all the time. I can do it again.

I can't escape through the window because the alarms were installed again. The only way that I can do this is just by walking out the front door. I am sure that my parents are sleeping right now, and this will be easy to get away with. Even if he does catch me, that won't stop me. Even if I am forced to stay here forever, that won't stop me.

The downstairs is currently pitch black. I can work with it due to my eyes being adjusted to the dark. I go down the stairs carefully because my stairs are wooden. I make it to the first floor successfully. This could actually work. I smile to myself just thinking about it. I continue making my way across the soft carpeted floor. I'm almost there. I have to think positively, I am almost there.

"Excuse me, where do you think you're going?" I hear the one voice that I hate to hear. The lamp flips on and my vision meets my dad sitting in the red armchair. I'm not afraid of him. I have to keep telling myself that. "What are you doing down here?" I ask. He sat back for a moment. "I couldn't sleep. Now give me an explanation." He commanded. "I'm going out." I say pridefully. He moved forward this time. "No you're not. I don't know what the hell is going through your head but your ass needs to go back to bed." He protested shortly. I ignore him and make my way to the front door.

"Hey! Get back here right now!" He yelled and I could hear him stomping behind me. I ignore him again. I am able to get my hand on the door to have my dad get a strong hold on my other arm. "Do you not understand what the word no means, darling?" He asks me. "I need to leave I can't stand it here." I complain. "No, you need to get back upstairs. Besides, where would you plan on going?" He interrogates me. "That's none of your business." I answer coldly. He chuckles. "No it is my business because I'm your father. Where though? Are you going to see your pathetic boyfriend?" He asks. I'm angry that he had called my boyfriend pathetic. I don't say a syllable. "You were planning to weren't you? Well now you're definitely not leaving. Either you go upstairs or you're grounded until you graduate." my dad explains angrily. Now is the perfect time to ask him about his feelings.

       "Dad why? Why do you despise him so much?" I ask. I wanted to cry. I can feel the tears as there is a large gulp in my throat. "Oh darling, I have many reasons. First of all, your age gap terrifies me. Which makes me very scared for you." He began to state his claim. "But dad, you were older than Mary." I backfire. "Yes, but we were both consenting adults. Also I know that he is going to take advantage of you, I have been there Tiffany. Trust me, I know. I am sure that he is not good for you." He tried to defend himself. I groan, letting him know that I have absolutely had it with him. "Oh shut the fuck up dad! I'll be eighteen in a couple of months!" I yell. "Tiffany, for your fucking information. You're not eighteen yet! You're seventeen and in the United States and most definitely in my household that means you are still a child! You still live in my house, which means that you must follow my rules! And you still depend on me you ungrateful bitch! Do not think for a second that you are an adult!"  He exploded in words.