Gone

"Don't look so surprised. I was going to find out sooner or later,"
Dad sounded way too calm. Maybe it hadn't fully sunk in or something. He put the newspaper down and stared at me blankly, as if waiting for me to reply. I didn't really know what to say.
"Do his parents even care that he's spent the night with a girl on more than one occasion?"
He still hadn't raised his voice. What the hell was up with him?

"Honestly," I finally replied, "I don't know,"
He sighed, shaking his head at me.
"Do you not have any respect for yourself?" He shouted, "I mean, you didn't even ask if he could,"
There it was. I hoped Niall couldn't hear any of this from upstairs. I was feeling a tad bit embarrassed by this point.

Of course I had respect for myself. What was he going on about? This rarely happened. This was my first boyfriend. He should just be glad I wasn't the kind of person to chase after boys like Amber did. That's a warning point. But no, he had to have a go at me about something so simple, so small. I was sixteen for God's sake. Pretty sure that meant I was old enough to make my own decisions. Having a boy sleep over was my decision. It was bound to happen sooner or later. And it wasn't as if we did anything.

I just wished Dad would stop treating me like a child. He still thought of me as his little girl but he couldn't protect me forever. One of these days I was going to go beyond third base and there would be nothing he could do about it. Granted I was nowhere near ready to go there with Niall just yet, but it would have to happen sometime.
"Please stop-" I protested.
He cut me off mid-sentence.
"Stop what? Worrying about my daughter? I'm a parent, it's what we do,"
I rolled my eyes. He was being irrational.

Where was Mum when I needed her? She had been okay with all this the first time round. She would talk some sense into him. I felt like I was going to explode with frustration. Dad never listened to me. It was like I was having a conversation with a brick wall. The only difference being the brick wall wouldn't interrupt you.
"Tell your...friend that he has five minutes to pack his things and get the hell out of my house before I ring his parents and tell them what's going on,"
Was he for real? What had Niall done to deserve this? What had I done to deserve this?

That was the least of my concerns because I was in the middle of storming upstairs, silently swearing to myself, when he uttered the words I never wanted to hear.
"You're not to see that boy again, you hear me? I'm sick of you sneaking around, inviting him over without even letting me or your mother know, trying to get away with things. He's a bad influence and it's got to stop,"
I almost screamed out loud. I had to bite my tongue. Was he trying to ruin my life? I was finally happy and he just had to ruin it for me. What was his problem? And what the hell was I going to do about it?

Notes

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