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Girl Meets Father

I do not own Girl Meets World or any of the characters

"So you're asking her father for permission first?" I rocked Amabella back and forth as Lucas explained how he was going to ask out Riley.

    "Yep," He shrugged as if it was no big deal, but his left ear was twitching which meant he was freaking out.

    "It's going to be fine," I reassured him. "Look let me go get my makeup on, and put Amabella down, then we can head off to school and figure it out from there."

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    Lucas practically bounced down the stairs dragging me with him. "Lucas!' Riley raised her hand and waved at him.

    "Hand," Maya told her.

    Riley dropped her hand, and tried again. "Lucas!"

    "Grown up voice." Maya stuffed her hands in her pockets.

    "Lucas, hello" She walked up to us.

    "Hey, hee-haw and cowgirl," Maya greeted us. "You guys going to tick tock shake your body time? 'Cause, you know, it's not a square-dance, so not gonna be a whole lot of do-si-doin'."

    I smiled sweetly at her, "Well, then I'm sure we'll have no idea what to do and you can make fun of us."

    Maya pointed at me. "You're not playing this right!"

    Lucas shook her finger that was pointing at us, "Well, that's certainly not my intention."

    "We'll try harder next time." I chimed in.

    "I will break you!"

    "Well, if that's what makes you happy," I shrugged. "Then I certainly can't wait for it....." I pretended to tip my 'cowboy' hat.

    Maya shuddered, "Ohhhh!"

    "You going to the school dance, Lucas?" Riley asked him.

    "Thought I would. You?"

    Maya pretended to gag in the background. "You hear me? You'll both be there. He'll be the one in the cowboy hat going like this." She pretended to do a cowboy dance.

    The school bell rang, saving me from watching more of her dance.

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    "Friar, Farkle, Hart, Tien, you" Mr. Matthews glared at Riley as she walked through the door.

    "What's going on with them?" I asked Maya.

    "Matthew has a crazy tradition that he and Riley have on Friday, but Friday..." Maya trailed off.

    "The school dance," I realized.

    "Well, guys, I've got your tests results on Darwin to give back to you, and, uh, I'm pleased to see some of you have evolved since the last quiz." Farkle was the only one to laugh at his joke.

    "Thanks Farkle."

    "Well you were drowning sir." Farkle shrugged, and Mr. Matthews started to hand out the tests. "Ms. Hart," He handed Maya her test paper, and her face fell. "Mr. Friar, Ms. Tien nice work." He handed Lucas and my paper's back. I got a B+ which is better than my usual C-'s or D+. "Mr. Farkle!"

As Farkle saw his grade he yelled out, "'A' number seven hundred. Huzzah!" And pulled out a noise maker.

"You," Mr. Matthews couldn't even look at Riley, it started to remind me of my own father when he found out.

I could feel myself being sucked into a flashback, I reached out to grab Lucas's arm, but I couldn't figure out if I got his attention or not because my vision went black.

"You dirty nasty whore!" My father screamed at me, and threw another piece of furnisher in my direction.

I didn't have time to dodge the lamp being thrown at me, and clutched my arm as a piece of hot glass from the light bulb stuck out of my skin. "Ahh!" I cried out.

"You deserve that!" Dad yelled, and threw a chair at me. I ducked in time to miss most of the chair, but a leg or two hit my head.

Softly I could hear the siren's front the distance. My hopes raised a little in hope that it wasn't my mind playing tricks on me, and I would be saved from Dad.

Dad heard them too, and pushed me up against the wall, and started to choke me,  "You irresponsible, idiot...." The rest of his words were quieted as I was brought to the present.

I was in the nurse's office in a cot, and Lucas sat next to me, probably waiting for me to get up.

"How long?" I mumbled long enough for him to hear.

"Forty minutes." He sighed. "Same one?" I nodded tears rolling down my cheeks.

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I didn't go to the dance that Friday, I laid in bed with Amabella laying my stomach. I watched as her chest moved up and down against mine. She was my daughter. She was my heart. I would never hurt her, the way my father hurt me.