Fight

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Samantha

After I get dressed I see a text from Brady. 

Gooooood mooorrrning

Gooooood mooorrrning

How'd you sleep, princess?

Well, thank you.

I smile while looking down at my phone.

"What are you smiling about?" Conor asks.

"Nothing now that you're here." I say back.

I'm still pissed at Conor. He's never acted this way with me before and I don't appreciate it. Why should I have to sneak around just to hang out with Brady. 

"Drop the attitude." He says.

"Let me hang out with Brady."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I said no."

"You know what, I don't give a shit about what you say!" I yell.

"Watch your language."

"I hung out with Brady last night and I'm seeing him again today, and you can't do anything about it."

"I will do something about it. You're staying with me the whole day."

"You're not my dad!" I yell on the verge of tears. "You never will be, no one ever will be."

"Sam-"

I run out of the room.

~

I'm walking somewhere, not quite sure where. My phone is blowing up with messages.

Conor: Sam, I'm sorry. Please some back.

Conor: At least respond.

Conor: I'm worried about you.

Conor: Sam?

Dena: Honey, answer the phone.

Dena: Where are you?

Kaitlyn: Call me.

Erica: Where are you?

Brady: Conor told me about your fight. Are you okay?

Brady: I'm worried. I'm looking for you.

I turn my phone off, leaving everyone on read. I walk further away from the hotel.

Why is my life so fucked up?

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