Driving Me Crazy

Chapter 52

The next morning I woke up to thousands of texts; missed calls and notifications; I'm surprised my phone hasn't spontaneously combusted yet.  The tabloids were having a hay day over my very public break-up with Shawn. 

When I got home last night my dad was sitting at the island drinking one of his many bottles of well-aged scotch.  I couldn't even look at him.

"You're back early.  I thought you'd still be with Shawn?" He said, a puzzled look on his face.

"Nah." I replied.  "Shawn told me about Monaco daddy.  You just couldn't wait to find an excuse to get him away from me! Could you?!" I let out a sarcastically bitter laugh as I shoot daggers into his back.

"Mila...."

I'm really not in the mood for pleasantries; so I just get right to the point.

"Don't Mila me father.  You know he isn't ready for this, but you play the cards well; I'll give you that.  You never liked that I was with him, hell you probably never even liked him!" I cried, swiping the scotch bottle from him to pour myself a glass.  I didn't need liquid courage to handle my father, or what I knew was coming when I woke up tomorrow, but I'll be damned if finishing off my fathers prized bottle of scotch wasn't in the plans for tonight.

"Camila." He says sternly, my eyes turning to lock with his.  "I gave him the opportunity because he needs to know what it's like to get back into the routine, find out if it's truly what he wants." He starts.  "I know the program worked for me, Shawn deserves the same chance too."

"Don't. Don't use your accident to try and reason with me about Shawn.  You knew he would say yes without a second thought and you used that to your advantage.   You knew it was the perfect way to get him away from me didn't you?"  I say angrily.

"Camila it wasn't like that at all.  There was only one spot left in the program and Shawn's been talking to me about wanting to get back in a car; how could I not offer it to him?" He shrugs.

"He's been talking to you about getting back in a car?!" I chuckle dangerously low, downing the scotch in my glass; the burn of the liquid heating my insides as I poured myself another drink.

"Yes.  I wouldn't lie to you Camila.  You are my only daughter." My dad says, reaching for the scotch bottle.

"That's exactly it father.  I'm your only daughter.  You should have been upfront and honest with me about all of this.  Would you have done this to James and Becca?" I question, cocking a brow as I move the bottle out of his grasp. My body becoming more ridged by the second.

"I..." he starts to say, looking down into his hands like a pathetic excuse for a man.  "No Mila.  I wouldn't have.  But James is..."

"James is what dad?" I wait to see if he says anything and when he doesn't, I continue.  "James is your son.  You get a say in his life, you don't get a say in Shawn's." I bite out.  "I know you have never been his biggest fan, but jeezzz father... shipping him off miles and miles away?!  Did you really think that would keep us apart?" I yell.

"It already has my love." He says quietly under his breath.

With that I down the last of the scotch in my glass, pour another and down that one too.  Grabbing the bottle, I walk to the sink and begin to pour it down the drain.  My father stumbles out of his chair, walking towards me; yelling about his precious scotch. 

I knew it.  He only gets like this every once in awhile, but when he does, it's always because he's hurt someone he loves. 

That someone just happens to be me.