Chapter 13

Its been almost a month now since the incident, and Angel and I haven't spoken about it since. Not because I don't want to, but I never got a chance to. I got work, and she's got school. Which gives us little or no time at all to chit chat. I know she said it's okay but she can't fool me.

However today, it's different. It's Sunday. The only day we both have time to do what ever we want. Its been our thing to have a movie marathon every Sunday . And I have everything planned out. The movie, the snacks the drinks, Everything. All that's left is for us to make our self comfortable on the sofa and enjoy the rest of our evening.

"Hey darling, got some movie's picked out. Pick the one you like." I said as I saw her come in with noting other than her undies.

"Angel, go wear something warm."

To my surprise, she complies and goes in to get some clothes on skin. That's weird. She never complies. It's not normal. Usually I tell her to go put some clothes on and she throws a fit about it. But today, she didn't even argue, no rants, nothing. It's scary. Scary, but good kinda change. I guess puberty is paying off after all.

"Angel, what do you wanna watch?" I ask as soon as she came back fully clothed.

"Anything you choose." She replied distractedly.

She always picks the movie. Always. She says it's cause she has a better taste in movies than I do. Which is probably right. So I can't fathom why she'll give that up today?

Setting up everything and making sure its perfect, I walk towards her and made my self comfortable.

Some hours later, a funny scene comes up and I try to share the excitement with her..."Oh Angel that was so funny!"

"Hmmhmm." Came the reply.

"Did you see how she...." I started

Turning to face her, I find her smiling down at are phone. She was so focused on what was on her screen that she didn't notice I was looking at her not even when I called her name. This got me furious.

"Angel!! What is wrong with you?!" I spoke out loud. Anger clear in my voice. Making her jump in fright.

"What is it dad!" She whined. "I am perfectly fine. Why are you shouting?"

"Me shouting?"

"I am shouting??" I asked really mad.

"Daddy bear, what's wrong?" She said in a sweet gentle voice and a confused expression noticing my mood.

"You ask what's wrong like you don't know." I replied.

"If I knew would I still ask you?!$ She spoke violently. Her own anger rising to shore.

"Angel this is suppose to be our day. And I have been trying my best to make it worthwhile even though you've been giving me a cold shoulder. And you aren't even watching this movie are you? You've been on your cellphone, smiling endlessly at only God knows what."

"It's a boy dad and this said boy as a name. And he is my friend.

"Your friend?" I asked shocked

"You have friends?"

"Not really. But this one seems nice enough. And I really like him." She said all smiles.

Taking in deep breath to calm the rising rage within me. In which I have no right to feel or do I know why I feel it. I exhale then spoke as calm as I can.

"Angel?"

"Dad?"

"What's his name?"

"Who?" She ask feigning ignorance

Though all I wanted to say was "the idiot who dared to get your attention. The one you so easily replaced me with". But knowing that wouldn't get us anywhere, I settled for "The boy you were so engrossed with."

"George." She simply responded.

I don't know what's wrong with me. But for some strange reason I felt angry that I wasn't giving a name like that. That is not only masculine, but alluring as well. I don't like the way it sounds coming from her. With so much care, sensuality. Maybe it's just me, I don't know. I'm just being a papa bear.

"Do you like him?" I asked the one question I'm dying to know the answer to and also don't wanna know the answer.

Silence....

Our own personal quiet time. As neither of us dares to breath a word. Both of us lost in our own thought. The moment of truth.

Few minutes must have gone by. But to me, it felt like hours. Not being able to bear the silence I voiced out.

"Do you?"

Raising her head from it's bowed position, she looks at me with that innocence that I once saw in her. That insecurity she tries to hide. And finally with hope.

"Yes. I do. Maybe even more than I should..."

"What?! How can you say that?! You're barely 15."

"Besides how old his this boy? Does he attend your school? Is he a senior? Or worse, in your class?" I asked all at once in a fit of rage

"Geez! Calm down would you! Why this many questions? I never said anything when I saw you with Nora. So why are you on my case!"

"Because am your dad! And I Have the right to know."

"If I tell you this, then you have to tell me something deep about you too." She proposed.

"Fine. Now talk." I said without hesitation.

"First he is 17 . "

"Senior."

"And yes. He attends my school. Now your turn to spill."

Taking in deep breaths I think of something deep I could tell her other than the fact that right know, daughter or not, right or wrong, I'm not happy she is interested in someone.

"I'm taking Nora home this weekend." I blurt out of nowhere. Great. Now I'm in deep trouble.

"You're what? Why?"

"Listen. Mum invited us for diner." I tried to explain.

"When you say "us" you mean You and me right?" She tried to clarify.

"Yes."

"So why are you taking her with us?" She accused.

" 'cause mum said to bring a woman other you along."

"Then why can't we take someone else? "

"Why Nora?!" She exclaimed

"Don't raise your voice at me! I'm your dad!"

"Besides, I don't know what your problem is with Nora. She hasn't done anything wrong." I defended.

"She hasn't done any wrong you say?" She asked in disbelieve.

"Maybe you're right. She is innocent. But you are not."

"What are you getting at?" I asked frustrated.

"You're asking like you don't know." She accused.

"If I knew, would I still ask you!!?" I asked frustrated. Looking back to our previous conversation, It seems like tables have turned.

"You didn't think it necessary to inform me before you took that decision?"

"Why should I? I am the head of this home. Way older than you and your father at that. I don't need to consult anybody not even you before I make decisions!!"

"Oh? Really? So you have the right to leave me on our day out just to see Nora? The right to not know how your child fends for herself when you're busy using up all your spare time with your P.A.? Do you even know if I sleep at home? Sneak out to parties? Smoke weed? Fail math? Or if I got into trouble in school?" She asked. Now with fury in her blue eyes

"I..Angel I-"

"You like her don't you." She said not letting me finish my statement.

Thinking it through, I gave her my truth...

"Yes. More than I should."

"Is the feeling mutual?" she asked

"No..." I whispered out my pain.

"I would not like you too if I were in her shoes." She whispered. But somehow I heard.

"What was that?" I said in a deadly tone. Gone was the guilt I felt after her speech. All I feel now is rage.

"What you heard." She snapped back.

"How dare you talk to me in that manner. You will show me respect as your father, or I will school you in that area!!"

"It's easy to shout at your daughter, The one you know near to nothing about? Let me tell you, I don't like her. Neither do I approve of you guys relationship. One sided or not!" She screamed.

"I don't really understand why you're so bitter on this matter. You once told me you don't need my attention. That I could move along with my life. That your happiness is seeing me happy. So why are you acting this way? Like I stabbed you in the back? Broke a promise? Committed a sin? You know what? Save it. I don't wanna know. I like her, and she is going with us to mum's place and it's final! You can either suck it up and tag along or stay back.! I don't fucking care!!"

"Tag along you say?"she asked laughing humorlessly. "Since that's how it's gonna be, it's fine. Such a shame..."

"Look at pot calling kettle black?" she said with bitterness. To imagine that you were mad about me having a male friend. Or liking him. At least I told you when you asked. But I don't have the right to know who my soon to be mum is?"

"Who said anything about her being your mum?!"

"You don't have to. Besides, like you said, it's not my business."

"Whatever!" I yelled. "I don't care what you think about my actions. Stop being an attention freak! It's unlike you." I told her. The hurt expression on her face after what I said was heart breaking. But I couldn't care less.

"I understand perfectly well." She chocked the words out.

"And just so you know, I hate her. But not as much as I hate you."

"How dare y-" I began.

"One more thing dad," She spat out the word "Dad" like it's a virus. Making a part of me die.

"I am the boss of me too. And I think that George is better company than you are. He was the one who was there for me at the cinema when you where busy with Nora. That counts as something right?"

"Anyways. I don't care. I like him and that's final. You can go to granny's place with her. I'll go somewhere nice with George. Case solved."

"You wouldn't dare!!" I said with so much rage that made my body shake. My control level was running thin.

She looks at me with as much rage as I feel in my body and the ferocity in her eyes were terrifying. Then she spoke slowly, yet menacingly.

"Watch. Me."

With that, she walked out on me.

"Angel! Get back here!!" I screamed after her. Punching the wall. Which left me with a sour mood, raging heart, and a bleeding knuckle.

So much for our so called "perfect Sunday".