The Torturous Life of a High Schooler

Chapter 8

*Then it all turned to complete chaos.*

*Nevaeh's POV*

I woke up to Dad shaking me looking worried. "Nevaeh, are you okay?" He stopped shaking me. I tried to sit up, but groaned at the pain in my head. I lied back down. "Nevaeh?" He asked again, the concern growing in his voice. "Yeah? Yeah. I'm good." I sighed. "Are you sure? I walked in here to wake you up, but you had a fever so I decided to let you sleep, then I heard you screaming. I ran back up here to see you sound asleep, I decided to stay and see if you did it again, but you didn't. You started murmuring something, but I couldn't make it out, you screamed again and this one was blood curdling so being the amazing father i am, I woke you up." He explained. "Oh, sorry. I was having a bad dream." I sat up slowly this time and there was a lot less pain. "Want to tell me about it?" Dad pried. "Maybe later." I yawned. "Okay, I have breakfast ready for you downstairs." He went to leave. "Wait, Dad?" "Yeah, princess?" "Why are you here? Don't you have to be at the studio? If you do then go ahead an-" He cut me off. "Nope. We have the day off so I decided to spend it with my girl!" He smiled at me. "Really?" I asked in disbelief. "Yep!" He popped the 'p'. "Yay! I'll be down there asap!" I'm so happy he's finally home and not working for once!

I got up and went down to the kitchen to see a plate with chocolate chip pancakes stacked on it, 2 other plates, and 2 cups of what looked like black coffee. I sat down at the table and had to keep myself from drooling at Dad's special pancakes in front of me and the, what I now realize, mint tea that was steaming from the top. "Good morning baby girl!" Dad said cheerfully. "Morning Daddy!" I replied. He sat across from me at the table. "Help yourself." He said. "I know how it works here, I'm just trying to see which is the biggest and which is the chcolatiest!" I explained. "Oh." He answered. I put 3 pancakes on my plate and Dad put 2 on his. I gasped. "What?! THE Niall Horan is eating less than his gorgeous and large appetited daughter?! I have to contact the press about this!" I said acting shocked. "He isnt eating less than her! He is only putting 2 on his plate at a time because he wants to leave space for the syrup, duh!" He answered. I nodded in approval. We ate in quiet with small conversations about random stuff. When we both finished, he put our plates in the sink and then we walked into the living room. "What shall we do on this fine day?" I said poshly. "Oh I dont know madam, what do you suggest?" We both laughed. See, the good thing about your dad being only 18 years older than you makes your bond closer, I guess. "I say we watch our beloved show, How I Met Your Mother." I suggested. "Perfect darling, perfectly wretched!" He smiled at me. I went to Netflix on the TV and put on the show. I just love this show, it's so funny and I dont know! We are on Season 9 so we are almost finished with the show, sadly. I think after we finish it we will watch Once Upon a Time until Dancing With the Stars comes back on. There are so many good shows out there!

(3 hours later)

"Oh my God!" I yelled, but it hurt because of my throat so I then had a coughing fit. "I know right?!" Dad yelled back, "Are you okay, sweetie?" He asked. I gave him a thumbs up and nodded my head, then stopped coughing. "Yep." I said coarsely. "Oh! By the way, Ansel is home sick also because of someone that I'm looking at right now!" Dad said. "Yay! We can be sick buddies and he can sleep over without a risk!" I cheered. Dad sighed. "I guess, but you are in different rooms like always!" He scolded. "I know!"

"Okay. And also, Destiny is coming over in about a half hour." "Oh! Um, okay." I answered quizzically, "Who?" I asked. "My girlfriend. I guess I didn't tell you kids, I thought I did already." He shrugged. I dont care how much my throat hurts, "WHAT?!" I screamed. "HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?!" How dare he forget to tell us something like this?! What the hell was he thinking?! "About 2 months." He said sheepishly. It's kinda funny how even my dad gets scared when i get mad about something or at someone. I dont get physical, but I scream my head off at the person until they look guilty enough and apologize or something along those lines. I can also hold a grudge for a very long time, like Liz came over to my house in Kindergarten and I called her and idiot and the next day at school she punched me and I'm still plotting my revenge for that. 

"2 months. TWO MONTHS?! AND YOU DIDNT TO TELL, OH I DONT KNOW, THE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE THAT HAVE TO JUDGE HER?! CLEARLY NOT!" I went on. "Oh! I'm sorry sweetie, I guess I got all caught up with with work, you and your brother's drama, and oh i dont know, trying to give you kids your best chance!" He yelled back at me, his accent getting thicker like mine does except his got more Irish and mine got more British. 

"Oh yeah. Work like singing in a studio, such hard work! I do the same thing on the side and you dont see me complaining! I dont need your nose in my drama! I can deal with it myself hence why it's called MY DRAMA!" This is about to turn ugly. 

"WELL I GET IN YOUR PROBLEMS BECAUSE YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER AND I'M TRYING TO KEEP YOU SAFE AND NOT MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES I DID WHEN I WAS 18!" He screamed at me again. 

"WELL IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU DATED MY MOTHER FOR A YEAR AND MADE THE THREE OF US BEFORE YOU EVEN KNEW THAT SHE WAS CHEATING WITH YOU, WAS LIKE TWICE YOUR AGE, AND HAD TWO KIDS!" I yelled again. 

"YOU STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR MOTHER THAT WAY! WE DIDNT MEAN FOR YOU AND YOUR BROTHERS TO EVEN HAPPEN! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" He screamed and waved his arms all around. 

"What?" I said, barley a whisper. If I said it any louder I probably would've started bawling right there. 

"Nevaeh, I-I didnt mean i-" His voice was softer now. 

"SHUT THE HELL UP DAD! OR SHOULD I EVEN CALL YOU THAT SINCE YOU KNOW, WE WERE A MISTAKE YOU PROBABLY DONT WANT US CALLING YOU THAT! I CANT BELIEVE YOU SAID SOMETHING LIKE THAT EVEN THOUGH I'M TRYING TO KNOW THATS NOT TRUE, I DONT KNOW IF I CAN BELIEVE IT!" I yelled one more time before running up to my room, locking the door, and crying my eyes out.

A/N:

Yeah! double update! Sorry if this is kinda intense even though theres much worse out there, I felt like Neveah was like a MarySue or a character that has no flaws and is perfect at everything so i had to add some drama in there. I'm probably gonna post one more chapter tonight because i just a have an urge to write, so yeah!

ILY,

Cole ~<:)