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“Alyssa! Get down here!” My dad yelled from the kitchen.
“What?” I said with attitude.
“Get rid of that Alyssa. Now what did you do to Reagan?” he asked me, pointing to my sister’s bloody nose.
“Nothing! I didn’t do it on purpose! I opened the door and she was standing there!” I shrieked.
Dad put his hand up. “Enough. Go to your room. We’ll deal with this when your mom gets home.”
“Why do we always have to deal with it when Mom gets home? She doesn’t have to do everything! Just because you’re a rockstar doesn’t mean you can’t do anything!” I yelled.
“Excuse me young lady but I’m your father and you don’t talk to me like that.” Dad told me.
“You’re barely my dad! You’re always gone!” I yelled.
“That’s it! I’m not dealing with this. Go to your room right now.” Dad told me.
“But…” I began to say.
“NOW ALYSSA!” Dad yelled.
I slammed my bedroom door and jumped onto my bed, crying.
He was being so unfair. I was 16, not 6!
~1 hour later~
“Come in” I sniffled as someone knocked on my bedroom door. I was hoping it’d be my mother.
Guess I didn’t hope hard enough.
“Oh. Hi” I mumbled, wiping some of the tears off my face.
“Hey sweetie.” Dad said, sitting next to me.
“Hi daddy” I sniffled.
“Come here.” He said, pulling me into his arms.
“When will Mom be home?” I asked, my face buried into his shoulder.
Mom had been gone for over a week for a fashion show in New York. She was the fashion editor of Catwalk. AKA, Hugest magazine, like, ever next to over course People, Vanity Fair, Vogue, all those great things, that everyone like, worships.
She’d only called 4 times the entire time she’d been gone. Dad kept telling us that she was just busy, but she usually always called…
“She’ll be back soon. She called this morning…” Dad started.
“Wait. What?” I interrupted, lifting my face up from his shoulder now.
Okay, so 5 times.
“Your mother called this morning, saying she was sorry for not calling much. Whenever she tried she got busy doing something else for the show. She’ll be back in 2 days.” He said.
“Oh” I mumbled.
“Honey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” Dad asked, moving a hair out of my face.
I sighed. “Nothing.”
“I know I’ve been gone a lot lately, but we’re trying to get this band now and we had to go check them out. And we had to go on tour, you know that.” Dad said.
“Yeah, but you’re never home. And mom is never here anymore. Between here and New York and Paris, she’s gone like all the time now. And I’m left here, and you two just expect me to look after the twins. But daddy, I can’t all the time. I do have a life!” I cried.
“Honey, it’s okay. It’ll be better. Mommy’s coming home and she said she’ll be home more. This was all just temporary. And now that we’re about to sign this band, it’ll all be better too.” Dad said. “I understand.”
“NO YOU DON’T! You don’t get it! You don’t know what it’s like to be a teenager like me! None the less a girl!” I yelled at him.
“Now you listen here. I do understand. My career first took off when I was your age, which means I was in fact a teenager.” He started.
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever Dad. Not trying to interrupt or your little flashback thing, but I kind of don’t care.”
“Okay then, well, if you don’t care, you won’t care if I take away your phone, your computer, the TV, and, oh yeah, you can’t go to that party for Michelle on Saturday.” Dad said.
“WHAT?! DADDY! EVERYONE’S GOING TO BE THERE! I HAVE TO GO!” I shrieked.
“Well, you should’ve thought of that before. Get a reality check honey, the world doesn’t revolve around you.” Dad said, standing up.
“Uh, no, you don’t understand. It does. I’m, like, the most popular girl at school. I have a social calendar I HAVE to keep up with. It’s like, crucial to my life and everyone else’s. I need my phone and computer. And without TV, how the he.ll am I supposed to know who’s hot on Your Music? And my boyfriend. What about him? Should I just tell him I’m grounded and can’t talk or anything because my daddy took everything away. What will everyone think about hot Joe Jonas now, huh?” I said.
“I guess they’ll all hate me.” Dad laughed. “And you won’t die if I take away everything for the week. Trust me. I’ve been there, done that.”
“Yes I will!” I screamed as he left.
“Well then could you do it quieter? People will start calling to complain about the noise.” Dad called.
“YOU’RE SO NOT FAIR!” I screamed, and threw a pillow at the door as he shut it.
“Oh, and your not fair dad is also taking away your credit card.” He came back into my room, grabbing my wallet and slipping my credit cards out.
“What?! NO!” I shrieked.
“Yes Lyss. You’ll live, okay. Trust me.” Dad said, and finally left.
“Bratt.” My little sister who was 13, walked into my room. “When will you ever get over yourself?”
“GET OUT ERIN!” I screamed at her, and threw another pillow.
“Whatever.” She said, and left.
