Hey!!! So this is a really long chapter as most chapters in this story are going to be but this one seems super long. By the way go read my friend @EveWarden 's stories. She isn't very good at writing because she's dyslexic but I edit her stories (well I edit one, Daddy you're a nightmare) so they (I mean it) should be legible. I'm dedicating this to her so you can go to her account and check her story out. Anyways... Fan, Vote, Comment and as always ENJOY MY CUPCAKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I thought maybe my dad would be in a good mood that day. Maybe I could get on his good side. But things never go the way I want them to when it comes to my dad…
*The Next Day*
I opened my front door quietly and shut it slowly so it barely made a sound. I was hoping that my dad would be drunk already because he usually worked mornings and then went home claiming he would work from home but he never did. I had gotten my report today and it was slipped into my bag in between a few books. I had opened the brown envelope (even though I wasn’t supposed to without a parent or guardian around) and checked my grades. They weren’t bad in all honesty but the teacher’s comments said that I had been absent or not focussing most of the time. If my dad saw that he would flip.
My hopes were shattered when I tip-toed past the kitchen and my dad cleared his throat, “Good afternoon Juliet.”
I plastered a fake smile on my face, “Hi dad, how was your day??”
“Good and yours??”
“It was great but I’ve got some homework to do so I better get-” I began to head upstairs as I said this but I was cut off by my dad.
“Aren’t you forgetting something??”
“Umm… no.”
He pointed at the calendar, “Your reports were supposed to be given out today.”
“Oh well, my homeroom teacher forgot.”
“No I called her this afternoon to make sure that it was today. Don’t lie to me Juliet. Hand it over.”
“NO!!”
“And why not??!!”
“You want to know why?? Because I’ve been ditching school. And you know why you don’t notice this?? Because you’re drunk and high all the time. You don’t even realise that I don’t get home until after midnight most nights. You don’t realise that I steal some of your weed. That’s right I know about you “secret stash” and I smoke. It’s your fault!!!”
“How on earth is that my fault??!!”
“Because you’re a dick!!! Before mum died you abused her and were shouting at her all the time, you can’t deny it I’ve talked to my grandparents and my aunt and uncle. I watch all these girls leave your house looking used and heartbroken. I have had more boyfriends than you’ve had girlfriends in your entire life and I’m only sixteen!!! You thought it was good idea to get so high and drunk and leave your weed and cigarettes on the living room table where an abused, lost, heartbroken, thirteen year old girl could find them!!! Yeah, that’s right; I’ve been smoking for three years.”
“Let me see your report.” My dad said trying to be calm but the anger was clear in his voice.
“I said no!!!”
“That’s it!! I don’t want you going to that school anymore!!!”
“Excuse me??”
“You are not going to that school anymore. I’ve been thinking of doing this for a while; I’m sending you to boarding school!! Northknot Boarding school on the other side of the state.”
