I went inside my house and went upstairs with a huge smile on my face. I undress everything I wore and went for a quick shower and washed my whole face.
I wore my bathrobe and put on some toner and moisturizer on my face then my night cream. I went to my bed and checked my phone.
[unknown number] : hi, u safely arrived on bed?
I saved the contact name to Shawn then I reply it.
[me] : great fully, yes. Thanks for tonight anyway.
[Shawn] : thanks to you too. You should sleep now it's super late.
[me] : yeah, super.
[Shawn] : good night, Amanda.
Then I turned my phone off and went to sleep with a joy feelings on myself.
~~
I opened my eyes over the sunlight that came through my window. I sat down on my bed and looking onto the small table beside my bed. That's a painkiller. And an orange juice. I sip the orange juice but not the painkiller because I am not that drunk & I felt really fine now.
"Feeling better?"
"What do you mean better, Dad?" I exhale my breath and looked to my father which standing beside my bedroom door.
He smiles and pointing the painkillers, "anyway I got few questions to ask about last night."
"I guess you're the one who put that -painkiller- on the table." He nods. "Dad, I don't drink much last night, trust me."
"Really? What are you really doing if you're not drinking?" He said and raising his eyebrows.
"I- I and Shawn just came to the party, drinking a half little cup of martini and," I chuckled, "we left. And we go to the Fat Bastard to get some burritos and then we joined the night comedy show in The Corner." "Then we went to my place," "and done." I explained.
"No, Amanda. I knew something happened. Just tell me." "Remember, you don't have to hide anything to your father."
"Dad? Really?"
"Amanda. Come on, this is your dad speaking." He said and I can know that he's kinda being serious.
I silent and clearing my throat, "we kissed, Dad." "We kissed, once. Only kiss."
"Really? Are you lying to me now? It's impossible you guys just kiss."
"Alright then," "We kiss. Infront of our house door, 10 seconds. Isn't it the specific answer you want to hear?" I said with an offensive smile as I continued, "come on, Dad. I'm not a child anymore. Why are you so curious? Why do you wanted to hear every single things that happened to me, Dad?"
He silent, "because you're my daughter."
"..but you're too over, Dad. I can't be like this, you can't do this to me."
"Hey, remember? You used to tell me everything and it works for both of us. And now you just have to keep doing that for me, and us." He said and touching my shoulders and looking at me in the eye.
"What? Dad I am growing up." I said and smila sarcastically.
"I know you are growing up! Amanda I am still your dad even though you growing up " He said.
"But I grew up with privacies." I said as I walked out of my bedroom door.
"Stop!" I keep walking downstairs as he following me. "Amanda," "Stop!" He hit the dining table, "I fucking say, Stop!" I stopped and turned back to his way.
He is angry. I could say I made him this far. I've never see him as this mad after his argues with mom the past 8 years.
"This, is my way of loving you! I'm done saying it and explaining it nicely to you!"
"It's not loving. It's more, interviewing and intimidating."
"Why you always answer when I tell you something! Why can't you just accept that and back to your room!"
I shook my head and decreasing my voice, "this is just two of us. Figure things out even with arguing because that's what a teenage girl with her dad did normal and it because just two of us we should figure ways out. You can't treat me like a little girl anymore, Dad."
"So you'd better if I yelling at you like this? If that's really what you want!" He said and taking a bourbon inside the cupboard beside the dining table.
I've never seen him drinking for about, a while. He just drinks because of a stressful work or in a special occasion.
He sipping his bourbon, I gulped, "I need my mom, Dad." He glanced back to me, "I need her back, why does she leaving us? What did I do?" I said and started crying, "sometimes, I just hoping that she's back to us for some reasons. Because it doesn't work anymore, Dad. I got privacies too. I am a girl, and I am becoming a woman. And I am sorry if I can't tell everything to you." I said as he silent, I got the car key and I left the house. I saw him standing in front of the house door with a bottle of bourbon on his hand.
I don't know where to go. With tears down my cheeks, a messy bun, Victoria's Secret pink pajamas, and my slippers. Suddenly my phone rang and it's from Shawn.
"Hey." I said as I wipes my tears.
"Where're you?"
"Street."
"For godsake it's 7 in the morning! Where the hell do you go?"
"I- I don't know, Shawn." I said as I let go my tears.
"Your father said you left the house. He said to Horan."
"I did."
"Where you going?"
"I have no clue, Shawn."
"No, where are you now?"
"Jane and Finch."
"I'm going there. Wait for me. Don't go anywhere, you get.."
"I'm driving."
"What? Horan didn't mention that. Are you fucking serious right now?"
"I'm going to your place."
"What? No. That's too far."
"Just mention your address."
"My house is way too far. There's no possi.."
"Shawn. Just tell me. Please."
"Ugh. But promise me to drive slowly okay?"
"I will."
"Whitevale, Pickering. My house is the white mixed pink pale one. You'll find it." -random-
"On my way."
Then I turned the call off. But I'm sorry Shawn, this is Amanda you're talking about and no possibilities you asking me what to do when I driving. It's early in the morning, and, let's go there as fast as I can, bitch.
