Beauty is a Disease

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"Where have you been, young lady?" And there my father stood, his arms crossed like he owned the entire world, and at a snap of his fingers he could make it all come crumbling down. My mom stood behind him, a frantic look on her face.

"Dad, hm. Been a while," I said, ignoring his question.

"I asked, where were you," anger seeping into his tone that made me want to back away. But I didn't, I clenched my jaw.

"I was with a friend," I responded simply.

"Until," he checked his watch, "7:02 at night?"

"It's really not that late," I rebutted, "my curfew is at 10."

He whipped to my mom, "10 o'clock? Really?"

I threw my hands in the air, they landed on my legs with a loud slap, "no, you can't even be mad at her. You're not even here enough to have a say in what my curfew could be."

"Excuse me, young la-"

"I have a name you know," I interrupted. I was pushing buttons, but what was he gonna do? Hit me?

"Don't you dare talk back to me like that."

I shrugged, nonchalonce radiating off of me, "well it's the truth, isn't it? When was the last time that we have even had a conversation in person, Dad? Huh?" That made him quiet, his words catching in his throat. I nodded, "yeah, that's what I thought."

"Haleigh-" he started.

"No," I lightly shook my head, "please, just- just stay away from me."

I brushed past him and gave my mom a sad look as I passed her, "hon-"

I ignored her and went to my room, softly closing the door behind me before collapsing against it. Tears welled in my eyes, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of making me cry. He didn't deserve my tears, he didn't deserve anything from me. He was nearly completely absent from my life and that made me angry.

My mom deserved so much better than him.

I sniffed and decided my best bet was sleep or shower. I chose the former, getting an extra pair of comfy sweats and a t-shirt then went to go wash the anger away.

It didn't work as well as I hoped it would, but at least I'm clean. That's a plus.

I changed into the other clothes and brought the dirty ones into my room, throwing them in the clothes hamper and went into bed. It was only going on 7:45 and I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep yet.

Turning off the lights anyways, I turned on the TV and went to Netflix, That's '70s Show was something I was really into lately, tuning in to watch another few episodes before I was going to go to sleep.

When I was nearing 10:30, I got a text.

Sam :) Hey, I had a good time with you today :)

I smiled despite the ache in my chest.

Sam always seemed to be able to do that.

Me: So did I :) I needed that

Sam :) I sense a double meaning?

I laughed once, he knew. Of course he did.

Me: Lol, maybe?

Sam :) Didn't your parents ever teach you it's rude to answer a question with a question?

Me: Eh

Sam :) Wanna talk 'bout it?

Me: Tomorrow?