(Note: there is a slight bit of language in this chapter and more chapters to come, so please don't judge. Miley is just mad so don't take it to the wrong level. Thanks)
On our way to go get some dinner in the car it was super awkward. Just my dad and I getting dinner for Izzy, my boyfriend and his girlfriend and of course us.
As we were driving, I put in my headphones and listened to some taylor swift and some songs to pump me up. He looked at me while driving somehow and he looked disappointed and mad. I took out my earphones.
"I pictured you would be more happy to see me. I pictured that when you saw me, you would throw me in the air and we would be happily living with mom. Then it all clicked with reality. Our family snapped in half. Now it's super weird and retarded because of your damn girlfriend. Dad, why?" I said. My voices volume increased as I spoke. The anger rose. "Well, I had to get better. I left because I knew it wasn't going to end well. I knew you would be upset. Miley, I've been upset for 7 years and I need someone to help me. Someone to protect me. Someone bigger and strong enough than an 13 year old girl." He said, he was sorta yelling but his eyes were still on the rode. I rolled my eyes and let the music continue in my ears. I'd rather hear loud fall out boy than my dad's story.
"Dad, the part that makes me so irritated and so upset is that you never told me anything. You never told me a thing. You didn't tell me or mom you were leaving. You didn't tell me you came back. You didn't bother telling me you were dating my boyfriends mom and the best part is you didn't even tell me the news. The big news." I said making really big hand gestures. I either wanted to cuss my head off or punch him in the face. He pulled over and looked at me. "Dad, I know your engaged. I'm not okay with it. You think all this shit is okay." I then sat in the car and looked out my window where I couldn't see him. Then I looked at him and got of the car. I just walked along the side of the dark highway and all he did was sit there in his pulled over car crying. It's not my fault he screwed things up. I sorta felt bad. I knew that he was happy and I was just ruining the moment. It would just be so wrong if I didn't speak up.
Maybe I'm doing the things that are wrong. I know what I have to do. The hospital was only a block away. I'll walk there and explain what is going on. My dad will get the stupid food on his own.
