"Dad go away!", I groaned.
"No way. The people want to know what Queen Bea is up to today.", he said, pointing the camera towards me.
"Well, I started my day with a fresh line of cocaine. Then I used whiskey as mouthwash and-"
"Liars get their asses beat Beatrice.", he joked.
"Fine, fine. I'm filling out an orientation thing for school."
"My baby's finally in high school. Wish me luck.", he said to the camera.
"Yeah yeah. I need your help." I waved to the camera, "Adios people." He nodded a little at our signal for legitimately being done with the filming and turned off the camera,
"Okay. What's up?"
"I don't exactly need your help. I'm just not really in the mood to be on camera." He nodded,
"Okay. But I'm serious about the little lies kid. Little lies escalate to big lies until you don't trust me."
"I could never not trust you daddy."
"Good."
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"Baby Bea!", dad called, running into my room with a camera, "The people have a question."
"Okay.", I laughed.
"Do you listen to Girl In Red?" My heart raced,
"Y-Yeah. I guess. Why?"
"That means something. What does it mean?"
"Nothing dad."
"Okay. I'll just Google it."
"It's nothing!"
"Alright, alright."
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Dad knocked on my door, a rarity.
"Yeah?", I called. He walked in, no camera in sight. Also a rarity. The last time this happened was when he told me mom died in a car wreck. Three years ago. "What's wrong?"
"I know it's stupid to go off stereotypes, but I-I googled the thing." I swallowed hard. "Are... Is there something you wanna tell me?"
"I-I um- I'm-I'm gay."
"Was there a reason you didn't tell me?"
"I-I was scared? I dunno. I'm sorry daddy."
"No, no. It's okay my love. I love you for you, always. Nothing would ever change that."
"Good.", I said hugging him tightly, "I love you too."
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Dad sighed,
"I'm filming this one."
"Dad-"
"No. We talked about it kid. People truly benefit from what we do and big issues show proof to why it works the way it does." I nodded a little, twisting my hands nervously as he set up the camera. Once it was recording, he held up the half empty bottle of vodka, "I found this under Beatrice's bed today.", he explained before turning to me, "Do you understand why you're not allowed to drink?"
"Because it's illegal.", I whispered. He sat next to me on his bed,
"Partially. But also because you're fourteen. Your brain is nowhere near developed and drinking or doing drugs or whatever can drastically change how your brain grows and can hurt you bad in the long run." I nodded. "Anything you wanna say?"
