The Girl and The War

Chapter Thirteen- Kayla

     The night had been going so well until my dad ruined everything. I  had never kissed a boy before, not in my entire life. Tasting Sam's lips were the first time I had ever felt free. Free of the role as the  General's  daughter, free of the role as the orphaned girl. As I walked out of the sky room with lieutenant Jackson and Andrew, I looked back at Sam one more time. I knew my dad was about to lay into him, and I was both embarrassed and angry at the same time.

"Kayla, I don't know what you were thinking." Andrew said as were walking back to my home. "I know you know your dad would never approve of you going off alone with a boy and doing-"

"Andrew," I said interrupting his lecture. "Shut up." He stopped talking and seemed surprised that I would speak like that to him. I didn't really care though, he had helped ruin one of the happiest nights I had ever had. Luckily, Andrew and Lieutenant Jackson stayed quiet the rest of our trip back to the suite. I grabbed my keys to unlock our door and stepped in.

"If you need anything Ms. Polemen, we will be right-" Lieutenant Jackson started to say, but I slammed the door in both of their faces before he could finish his sentence. I walked to Moby's crate and took him out and into my room with me, where I peeled off my red dress and kicked off my shoes and threw them on the ground. I scrubbed my face angrily as I recounted in my mind what had just taken place. I threw on a green nightgown and was ready to call it a night when their was a knock on my bedroom door. Before I could respond my dad slid the door open.

"Kayla, I'm really disappointed in you tonight-" he started to say, but I cut him off.

"Dad I don't really care, you ruined my night like you have a billion other times and I-"

"Kayla!" He shouted cutting me off this time "I'm talking, don't interrupt me!" He paused taking a deep breathe. "You're not to see that boy again, and you are not to leave this suite until I can trust you." I felt my face reddened with pure rage.

"You can't keep me prisoner here!" I shouted "I'm not some dog that obeys your every will I'm a person!" I shouted at him.

"You will stay here and I will be having Lieutenants Streeter and Jackson waiting outside making sure you don't leave." He said. I felt tears running down my face. This wasn't right, this wasn't fair.

"I hate you!" I shouted "I wish I never met you, you are the absolute worst thing to ever happen to me!" I picked up one of my heels from the floor and flung it at him. He ducked in time for it to bounce harmlessly off the door and on to the ground. "Get out!" I sobbed. He paused for a moment, but he left my room and slid the door shut. I collapsed on the floor and continued to sob. My whole life I've been a prisoner on this base, and this was the first time that I really realized that. I held Moby in my arms as I continued to cry. He seemed scared from all the chaos that just ensued. "I'm so sorry Moby." I whispered to him. He just stared at me with his ears perked and then licked up my tears. Eventually my crying subdued and I fell asleep right there on the floor.

   The next morning I woke up with Moby still in my arms. He was snoring in my ears. I gently placed him on my bed, as not to wake him up. I opened my bedroom and peaked out. My dad has already left for work, thank God. I decided to see if he would stay true to his word and opened up my front door. Sure enough, standing there were both Andrew and Lieutenant Streeter.

"Good morning Kayla," Andrew said cheerfully "can we help you with something." I just scoffed and slammed the door again. I can't believe my father would do this. Lock me up in my own home. Not allow me to see Sam. It was all so wrong.