Philophobia

Chapter 7

Chapter 7:

Warning: this may contain inappropriate language. read with caution, oh and enjoy!

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"What the hell is he doing here." I muttered. Justin turned and looked at me. "Hey, at least Abby isn't here or your dad would get some real ass whoopin' from me!"

He attempted to crack a joke.

"Im not in the mood, Justin." I fumed. He threw his hands up in the air and gave up.

I got out of the car slowly and cautiously. I didn't like or trust my dad, knowing what he did to abigail and might of done in the future made me cringe. I took cautious steps towards the old honda. I peeked into the passenger window to find it vacant. I frowned.

If he wasn't in his car, that meant he was lurking around Justin's property or somehow found a way to get into the house, and both didn't sound very safe.

"Justin!" I called.

"Yeah?" He walked up besides me. "Is he not in there?" He gestured towards the car.

"Obviously not, you dork." I rolled my eyes.

"So.... He's either in the house or somewhere on my property." Justin clenched his fists together at his side. I smiled inwardly, he was cute when he was mad... Wait.. What? Alissa! Your dad is somewhere near you and your thinking about how cute he is, stupid, stupid, stupid.

I shook my head to get rid of the many thoughts evading my mind.

"I'll go walk around my property and you check inside the house." Justin said, already walking off to search.

"Justin, don't leave me. I don't trust my father."

"Okay..." He said slowly. "Let's go inside the house and look in there first." He took my hand.

"Don't you think we should just call the police? I don't feel good about this..." I said, slightly shaking.

"Hey." Justin said softly, "he may have done some bad stuff, but he is still your dad, not a crazy thug looking for money." I cringed, my mind going back to that day.

I can't believe Abby never told me, i though to myself. I was her big sister. I was supposed to look out for her, and i never in a million years saw this coming.

"A light just turned on in the house!" Justin said quickly and started pulling me towards the oppressive house.

He lifted the mat at the front door expecting a key to be awaiting him, but there was nothing there.

"Huh, thats weird.." He said, taking his bundle of keys from his pocket.

He slid the key into the lock and turned it. I prepared myself for who I was about to see... The monster.

The door creaked open and all i saw was the front room. We walked into the front room, making our way towards the living room.

I stopped short when I saw what was sitting on the couch, nonchalantly watching television.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I screamed, practically spitting at his direction. He sat up quickly and folded his hands in his lap.

"I-i c-can explain.." He stuttered.

"You know," Justin fumed, "i could have you arrested for breaking and entering my house! So you better speak up or I will have your ass put into jail faster than you can say the word grape."

A laugh escaped my lips and i quickly covered my mouth.

Justin looked between my father i frantically.

"What?" He said, annoyed.

"I'm sorry but "grape"?" A laugh was on the tip of my tongue and it took all of my will to not erupt into uncontrollable fits of laughter.

"It was the first word i thought of..." Justin said accusingly. "Don't judge me!" He huffed, and crossed his arms. That was my breaking point.

I erupted into laughter and jeered at him.

"You... You-" i couldn't finish my sentence and just stood there laughing for a good minute.

*one minute later*

I stood there breathing heavily, arms wrapped around my stomach.

"Whew." I said.

Justin was on the opposite couch, shooting daggers at me, and with his arms still crossed. My dad on the other hand, had a confused expression on his face.

"Whats going on?" My dad asked, looking in my direction.

My expression turned deadly serious and I glared at him.

"Are you fucking serious?" I seethed at him. "You broke into my best friend's house and have the nerve to come anywhere close to me?"

"Alissa," he started, "I'm your father and i deserve-"

I looked him dead in the eye.

"I don't have a father."