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Dad Or brother? Continued

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"hey dad can I have a pop?" I asked walking into the living room after michael and I did our hair together. He made my hair go from dark blue to purple and i did his hair tips blue.

"you and your american accent it's quiet adorable" I could tell he ws smiling but he was facing the TV watching some celebrity news. "and yeah you ca-- wHat the fuck is up with your fucking hair!" He stood up throwing the remote.

''Um well michael and i bleached our hair then dyed it" I said stepping back from him.

"Did i give you permission?" He was starting to flare up.

"no" I said softly, i felt the tears begin to creep into my vision. There is just to much going on right now.

"then why did you let him do it!" he started raising his voice louder.

"Man fuck of and tell her how beautiful she looks in her new hair color" Michael came up from down stairs and came over by me and yelled at Dad.

"No DID I GIVE YOU A BLESSING TO DYE MY DAUGHTERS HAIR?!?!" now Dad started to yell at Michael scaring the shit out of me.

"I DON'T KNOW I NEEDED A 'BLESSING'" MIcael said making quotation guesturs with his hand.

"SHE IS MY DAUGHTER NOT YOURS SO FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME TO DO STUFF" Dad just screamed at him. Dads face was flustered and you could see the viens popping out on his temples and neck

"SHE IS NOT A DOG SHE IS A YOUNGE WOMAN!" Michael yelled making me jump back as he grabbed my hand." Come on pineapple lets go get cherry ice" we walked out the door and headed to the beach.