Adam Levine? He's my dad

Chapter 7

“Let’s walk home,” he offers and takes my hand. I blush as I feel the heat from his skin conducted to mine.

“You are coming to my birthday party this weekend, right?” he grips my hand tighter when I move my stare to his beautiful face. “Yeah, of course, I can make it,” I nod, trying not to disappoint him. “Thanks, you are the best,” he lets out a grin.

“Thanks for sending me home, anyway,” we reach home and it’s time for him to let me go. “I love you,” he whispers. My heart makes a sudden free fall. “Yeah, I love you too,” I raise my head up but then I see Christina is staring at us from a window in dad’s room and she smiles.

Why with her?

“Um, Zack, I think I’m leaving now,” I say, leaving him. “Okay, take care,” he waves goodbye before he leaves.

“I’m home,” I say as I step into my house. I see dad’s so busy with his works until he doesn’t notice my presence.

“Hey princess,” he calls, after noticing me. “Hey dad,” I turn to him and give him a weak smile. “Hey sweetheart, I got something to tell you, come here,” he offers a seat next to him. I sink my butt in the seat beside him.

“Can you help me with something?” he starts, sound serious. I lift my eyebrows, making a what-is-it face expression.

“Please accompany Christina for shopping this evening,” he sounds pleading, moving his hand on the top of my hand. “But dad-”

“You need to be kind to her, Amanda. She treats you right but you keep making her life such a misery. You love me, right?” he cuts, making an eye contact with me. “Dad, I love you but-”

“Please, just do it for me. Why don’t you just love her like I do?” he sounds pleading. I can’t make dad feels so bad and awkward about me.

“Um, okay,” I smirk, trying to accept that I will be walking with her again. “Really? You’re great, Amanda. I love you. Come on, give me a hug,” Dad opens his arms and I hug him.

You know dad, actually, I got a game to play with her today.  Just wait and see.

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“Have a nice time together, my sweethearts,” dad left us in front of a shopping mall. “Okay, goodbye honey,” Christina gives dad a quick kiss on his cheek.

Ugh, stop being so lovey dovey in front of me. I’m sick of it.

We get out of the car and dad leaves me, with the woman, the worst woman in the world. “Okay, love, can you help me shop some dress and maybe we can find a perfect dress for you,” she smile as we walk into the mall. “Um, I don’t like wearing dresses,” I answer nonchalantly. “Really? There, you need to try wearing it. It will make you look more feminine,” her smile never fades from her face.

“Listen, Christina. I don’t want to argue about this but please, don’t make it harder. If I say I don’t like, means I don’t like it. Full stop,” I sound a little rude but who cares?

She lost her words. She nods in silence. I feel like a complete awesome saying that to her. I never be that bad before, you know.

I just follow her lead. She makes her way to a dress shop; I don’t give a damn about what the shop name.

As she’s busy looking for dresses, I take out my phone and dialed Brit’s number.

“Plan A is working well?” I ask right after she answers the call with a low tone. “Yeah, it’s working really well here but,” she stops. “But what? Don’t say that you’ve failed everything,” I’m afraid if this plan fails. I’ve arranged everything nicely.

“I’m just feeling guilty,” she expresses. I release a big sigh. “Cut it all, Brit. You can’t feel like that!” I stop her before her guilt fails everything. “Okay, okay. I’ll be there in any minute,” she says. “Don’t take too long, darling,” I advice before we cut the line.

“Who are you calling, love?” Christina asks as she noticed me calling Brit before. “A friend,” I answer simply without looking at her. “Um, okay,” she continues choosing dresses.

“Amanda love, can you please look after my handbag? I’m going into the fitting room,” she hands me her handbag. I nod and sling the handbag on my shoulder and smile as she walks into the fitting room.

She’s entered the ‘trap’. Now, I just need to wait for Brit to call me.

Perfect, she calls me just in time. “Come down. I’m here,” her voice went through the phone. I smile as my plan almost succeeds.

This is a game called ‘Run Away from Christina’ and I think I’ll hit the high score. Goodbye, Christina. I make my way quickly and when I walk out of the mall, I see Brit’s car, her red Carera GT. I open the door and throw myself into.

“Sweet, baby,” I smile widely as my plan to get away succeeds. “You don’t feel guilty, Amanda?” she looks at me while lifting her eyebrows. “Snap out of it,” I turn myself to the window.

Oh god.

Her handbag is with me. How can she go home? All her money, phone and everything are in it.

Never mind, I’ll give her back, later, when I got home. “This is what clever people do, Brit,” I praise myself for being such intelligent. “I hate you, Amanda,” she lets out a grin but I can hear guilt in her voice.

Brit turns the radio on. The song ‘Your Body’ by Christina Aguilera plays on the radio. Fuck.

“Brit, change the radio station, please,” I ask, begging. “It’s not radio, it’s a CD,” she says nonchalantly. “So, turn off the radio before I break the CD in two,” I sound threatening and cross my arms. “Okay, dear, whatever you want,” she sighs and turn the radio off.

“So, you want to go watch a movie? I heard the movie Jack Reacher has Tom Cruise as the main actor,” I suggest. “Well, if you want then,” she just follows it.

Today, I am glad my entire plan works. Maybe she’ll be walking home, crying like a baby. Oh my, I feel like laughing now.

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Adam’s POV:

I gotta drive home fast. How I miss my sweethearts there. I hope Amanda will feel easy with Christina after this. I stare at the clock, it’s almost 7.

 When I’m on my way driving home, I saw someone; I think I know her, walking or more like limping along the sidewalk. I felt a slight pity for her so I stop, offering her a help.

“Miss, you want a ride home?” I lower the window. She turns.

“Ch…Christina? Wha… why are you?” I quickly open the door. “Where’s Amanda and why are you limping?” too many questions slip out of my mouth. Her eyes slowly pool with tears and she lays her head on my chest. I feel weak suddenly. I wrap my arms around her.

“Let’s get back home,” I help her to get inside the car. Oh god, her legs hurt badly. I notice blood running on her ankles, a blister. She rests her head on the car seat recliner, placing her palm on her face and continues crying.

“Chris, you walk all the way from the mall, bare footed?” I ask in curiosity that is dominating every nerve in my head. I can see she’s holding her broken pink high heels. She nods, she can’t even say a word because all she able to do now is sobbing. “Where’s Amanda and why are you not calling me?” I ask again. She doesn’t answer but her cries become worse.

Amanda keeps playing in my mind.

It must be all her plans.

How can she be that bad?