It was an amazing night.
I've never had so much fun. We goofed around at the diner and drank the free milkshakes Barry gave us. He even stayed late letting us hang out in the diner after closing. I hadn't had the opportunity to talk to Olivia about her make out session with Daniel. I was defiantly going to find out about that tomorrow.
It was almost one in the morning by the time Henry pulled into my driveway bringing the night to an end.
"Have a good sleep," Henry leans over pressing his lips against mine.
"Thank you for making this night perfect," I say as I step out of the car. "I'll see you tomorrow."
I enter the house with a wide smile stretched across my face. I haven't been this happy in what seems like a very long time. I rip off my heals that make walking a treacherous task. My feet instantly feel relieved.
"You're home late," I almost jump out of my skin when I hear the thunderous voice. John is lounging in the arm chair in the living. It's strange seeing him not locked away in his office.
"Yeah, we were all having a good time," I respond once I've relaxed a little.
"Do you think coming home at this hour is acceptable," John pulls himself up from his seat. He shoves his hands into his jean pockets slowing strolling closer to me.
"It's a special event. It's only one night," I shrug.
"A young girl shouldn't be out this late. It will give you a bad reputation. I told you last time you came home late to be more responsible."
"I was just out with all my friends," I tell him, confused as to what the big deal is.
"I seen you get out of that boy's car. Don't take me as a fool. I can only assume what you two were doing," he accuses.
"What we were doing? We all went to get food after the dance and then he took me home," I snap getting agitated.
"I forbid you to see him anymore. I believe he's a bad influence. What kind of disrespectful boy returns a girl home this late?"
"You can't forbid me from seeing him," I raise my voice. "Don't start trying to be a parent now. You've barely spoken to me since I got here. Henry is the one who's been there for me, not you. He's the good guy here."
It was like a crack of thunder across my face. He moves so swiftly it catches me off guard causing me to stumble back. The searing pain radiating from my cheekbone makes my eyes water. I'm sure there is a bright red welt printed in my face from his unforgiving palm.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that!" John roars. He glares at me with menacing eyes that reveal not an ounce of regret. It's evident this isn't the first time he's placed a hand on a woman before.
My mind wanders back to the deep bruises on Kate's arm that day. There is no way bumping into a photocopier had done that. Unless photocopiers these days had learned to punch back. That was the only bruise I had seen upon her skin. What else lies beneath her clothes placed strategically where nobody could see?
"Stay away from me!" I yell, my body trembling all over. I race upstairs tripping over the hem of my dress the whole way up. I reach my room as a stumbling, shaking disaster slamming the door and quickly locking it behind me.
I don't even have to think about what to do next. I rip my phone out of my purse dialling Mandy's number. I wait as it continues to ring.
"Mandy, I need-"
"Hello, you've reached Miranda Wilson. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you," the recording is followed by a delayed beep. I hang up in frustration. I collapse onto my bed wrapping myself up in my sheets.
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Rock Bottom
Romance"I pray that the last time I said goodbye was not meant forever." *** Growing up with a single parent with not much money to spare wasn't particularly easy, but Kayla never felt like her life was anything less than amazing. Her father loves her dear...
