Chapter Forty-Two: Fight

"Where the hell have you been?!" was the first thing I heard when I opened the door. My dad was seated on the couch with his arms crossed, looking like he hasn't slept in days. I stood at the door motionless. Jackass and I had conjured up a story to tell my dad. But now that I was standing in front of him, knowing what I just did and with who, I couldn't bring myself to speak. After a few seconds of glaring, he sighed and walked over to where I was, at the door with my hand still on the door handle. He trapped me in a bone crushing hug, and I rested my cheek on his broad chest.

"Don't ever do that to me again. You hear me?" his voice was strained, making me feel bad for staying out all night.