"How's school going?"
I nervously cleared my throat while standing silently over the stove, gently stirring the chowder in the saucepan. "Uh- it's going really well." I answered my father.
"Has Mrs Valentine marked your coursework yet? It's been quite a while since you gave it in."
I calmly sighed, and spoke my rehearsed words. "We don't know our results until we take the exam and get our final grade."
That was a complete lie, the class were probably getting their grades on Monday. And I didn't know how I was going to keep this lie from progressing.
"Well, I don't care what the result is. As long as you've tried your best, and you've got the grade you worked for." He reminded with a bittersweet smile, but it left me sour.
I returned a simple smile.
"When's mam home?" I inquired.
"Tomorrow morning," He yawned. "She's working a double shift. She'll be sorry."
"You need to up your game." I lightly joked, which he gave me a playful eye roll before gently gulping down his tea.
"I'm never home," He replied with a groan. "I'm leaving you by yourself with a weird man, I feel like a bad parent."
I wasn't even completely sure if he was talking about Harry. "I can watch out for myself, dad."
He only sighed. "I just... don't like you around men. And besides, you're my daughter. I'm allowed to be protective."
I widened my eyes. "The derivation from your protection hasn't got anything to do with the fact that I'm a woman, has it?"
He paused as confusion and suspicion probably puzzled through his old mind as he shook his head in refusal. "Not at all. You're my child, so I worry for you."
I mentally rolled my hazel eyes as I could only smile through the torture from this conversation. "So... If you had a son... Would you not like him around women?"
He lowly chuckled, but I didn't laugh. "If my son was around women, I'd congratulate him."
"Dad!" I yelled, crossing my arms in anger. But then I retained myself from raising my voice, so I calmly sighed. "If a man is surrounded by women, he's having the time of his life. But if a woman is surrounded by men, she fears for her life."
"Not all men are out to get you." He reminded.
I turned the cooker off after bringing the chowder to cool down. I groaned as I leaned down, grabbing two bowls. "All bees sting."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I know not 'all men' are out to get me," I relieved him. "But instead of defending men, you could just agree with me instead of acting like there isn't a problem."
He furrowed his eyebrows. "It's not just women who go through sexual assault and all sorts. Men go through that too."
"Are you trying to silence me or are you just trying to emphasise the fact there is a serious problem going on in our world today? I mean, you're right. Men get assaulted too, how can we change that?" I grabbed a chair beside him and sat down quickly as I rested my arms on the table opposite him.
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Harley Thomas; an anxiously wrecked Christian who thrives on judging those who sin. Harry Styles; an emotionally wrecked Atheist who thrives on sinning.