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Chapter.08 Unforgettable(PT.1)

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Lori was in her bed asleep when Kayla came barreling through. She pulled the dress off and put on a thin shirt and got into bed. Lori turned to ask her a question right as they heard a knock on the door.

"We're sleeping, dad," Kayla yelled through the door.

"You just got in there. Let's not wake Lori up. Please come to my study, we need to talk."

Oh Shit, she thought. This was easily racking up to be the worst night of her life. She just wanted to go to bed and dream that it never happened.

"Now young lady," he quietly whispered through the door.

She threw the covers off and grabbed her white shorts and snatched the door open. Her father was standing there staring at her. He turned and walked back to his study. She begrudgingly followed.

When they reached the study, he sat down in his chair and leaned back. He calmed himself before he spoke to her. She stood with hands on hips staring at him. A smile reached the corner of her mouth when she noticed that Michael did that same thing when he was pissed at her. He would look up towards the ceiling as if begging the Gods to please tame his anger.

Her father finally looked back down at her. "Kayla...what's going on?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"That's not a good enough answer honey," he said while lightly tapping his fingers on his desk.

She could tell he was nervous. He was always nervous when they had their little talks. She knew this was hard for him. These were things that mothers did. Not fathers. Their talk about sex had been a funny one. He called her into his study when she was 13.

"Now, you know about boys and all that stuff, right?" he had asked her.

"Yes," she lied to avoid being utterly embarrassed at the thought of her father discussing sex with her.

"Okay," he answered quickly and went right back to work.

That was the extent of their 'sex talk'. Obviously, she had a lot to learn. So, for those little details, she would learn from her girlfriends who had potty mouths and were the more 'experienced' girls in her school. She knew deep down that she was a good girl, who would play at being bad because it was fun. She liked to tease boys. Or men. Most of the boys at her high school would flirt with her but that was about it.

They knew who her father was. They were scared of him. They did not realize her father was just a big old soft teddy bear and would never hurt anyone. Actually, if she were being truthful with herself...it was the lion they needed to watch out for. Michael was the dangerous one.

On occasion the Admiral could not pick her up from school, so Michael would come in his place. Her heart would flutter when she would see him pull up in his black Jeep and park in front of the school.

All her girlfriends wanted him. They would go over to the Jeep and flirt with him as she slipped into the passenger side. He would talk to them in his thick New York accent that seemed to melt them even more. He was not like the soft friendly guys out here in California. He was darker and harder. Maybe it was an east coast thing. But whatever it was, it made her friends melt.

Lori was her best friend and had known her longer than any other friend. She supported her crush on Michael but would frequently remind her that it would not work. She felt that the Admiral would never allow it. Kayla knew that her father loved Michael like a son, but that would cause an unforgivable rift.

"Is it me princess?" her dad asked bringing her back from the past. "Am I not a good father?"

"It's not you dad," she answered honestly while digging her toe into the carpet.

"You seem to be restless and irritated all the time. I know I do not say much and have never been the overly affectionate type, but I do notice things. Especially when they are with my only child."

She really did not want to do this now. She was tired, emotionally hurt and her ass was still raw.

"It's only us baby girl. I am all you have, and you are all I have. I need you to talk to me. Let me know what is going on in that pretty head of yours. Please."

She did not answer him. She did not know what to say. SHE did not even know why she acted a certain way sometimes. Maybe it was hormonal. One of her friends had gotten on birth control for hormonal reasons, which only turned her into an even bigger bitch, so Kayla opted against that.

When she did not respond to him, Troy sighed. But he knew what this could be about, but he just was not ready to go there yet. But knew he had to.

"This is about Michael, isn't it?" he asked quietly.

Kayla could not bear to face her father. If her skin were white, she would have turned bright red. She was not ready to talk to her father about that either. It was a given that she had a crush on him, but she and her father never tested those waters of talking about it. He would just shake his head or roll his eyes whenever he caught her staring at him or vying for his attention. But now it looked like she had to face it. And so, did he.

"Honey, Michael is a grown man. He's twenty-eight," he sighed and leaned back again. "I know you have a crush on him, but he's like your older brother, you know."

Kayla snorted. "You don't know anything," she replied.

"Then tell me."

She stood staring at her father. She was not going to let him reduce her feelings for Michael down to some stupid teenage crush. She knew it was more than that. And even if Michael was not ready to admit it, she knew it was more than that for him too.

"I'm tired. Can I go to bed now?" she asked.

Troy sighed again. "Sure. Sleep tight."

With that, she turned on her heels and stomped out of the room.

When she walked out of the room, Troy started to feel strange. He felt a sharp pain in his hand that rolled up his arm into his chest. He grabbed his heart and tried to stand up but slumped over the desk knocking everything off in a loud bang against the floor.

Kayla heard the crashing noise and went running back to her father's study. When she opened the door, she saw him leaning over his messy desk.

"Daddy?!" she screamed as she ran to him.

"I'm fine baby girl, I just need to go to the hospital," he whispered.

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