Blinded Love

Tasers & Fireworks

I expected yelling. I expected cussing. Heck, I expected a lot but not this. This was torture. I had started from the beginning and when I finished all my dad did was stare at me. Different emotions played behind his caramel eyes. "Dad please, just ground me or something. I hate the silence." I pleaded. He knew all too well how much I hated his silence. He sighed and turned his back to me.

"Well kid, I don't know what to say."

"Say anything! Tell me how disappointed you are in me, anything! Just don't stand there." Quickly he turned and faced me.

"Disappointed?" He chuckled lightly. "That's my problem. I'm not disappointed in you at all. Quite frankly I think Marcy deserved everything you gave her. But I also know that her family could press charges against you for slapping her first yesterday. I doubt they will since today she hit you first meaning that we could press charges against them, but you never know. That is why I'm so conflicted."

"I'm sorry dad, I really am and I promise not to hit anyone unless they hit me first." This caused him to laugh. "Don't laugh! I'm being serious!" I said lightly pushing him as I walked by.

"I'm just so shocked to see this fighting side of you. I never would have pictured my daughter to come home and tell me how she beat her ex best friend in a fist fight." He laughed again shaking his head.

"I can't say I actually beat her, she didn't even try to fight back. She just laid there covering her face." This made him laugh even harder.

"That's what makes it so funny!" Rolling my eyes I left him downstairs and made my way to my room. Plopping down on the unmade bed I sighed. Then I realized my room still smelt of man. Quickly I made my way to the bathroom and retrieved some of my perfume. Spinning like a child I sprayed a light mist of it around my room then returned the perfume to its rightful spot. I made my way down stairs to switch the sheets from the washer to the drier but the were already switched and dried. "Hey, want to go eat?" My dad asked as he peeked into he laundry room. "Oh, I did those when I came home from work earlier today." He said pointing to my covers.

"Thanks. You mean eat out?" I questioned. He nodded. "I thought you just bought groceries?"

"I did but I'd figure we check out that new restaurant that opened down town. It's a nice steak house." He said with a guilty smile. Raising a brow I placed my hands on my hips.

"What's the guilty look for dad?" I asked already knowing. He awkwardly scratched his head.

"Well, me and the guys at the station were going to go have dinner there tonight but now that I know what I know I don't want to leave you here by yourself. Plus I want to have dinner with my girl since I didn't get to yesterday." He smiled. And that is why I loved my dad so much. He was always putting me first.

"Why don't we both get what we want! I'll have dinner with you and the boys tonight. I haven't seen them in awhile and I'm sure they're just dying to see me again." I laughed. My father chuckled and agreed.

"This time don't touch anyone's taser and we should be okay." He said heading to his room. "Be ready in an hour!" He hollored. After making my way upstairs and making the bed, I threw on some jeans, a tanktop, and a wool cardigan. I let my hair down and straightened the loose waves. I didn't bother with make up. The guys didn't care about those type of things. I mean, they've all seen me grow up and watched as I passed through all those awkward stages so what could be worse? The rest of the hour I kept myself busy with retrieving my books from outside and blow drying any wet spots left. Just as I finished with the last book a knock sounded at my door.

"Come in."

"You ready?" My dad asked as he stood in dark jeans and a nice button up shirt.

"Yep." I answered then walked out with him behind me.