Be My Bad Boy

I stared at him for a moment. This wasn't right. Had he been taken over by aliens? He seemed so nice and concerned. It took me a moment to register what he'd said. He was worried about me?
"I'm fine. I just had things to do."

The polite thing to do, I guess, would have been to invite him in but that's kind of hard when you live in one room. One room that had gotten very messy, not to mention having a big lump of Dad in the middle of it.
He leaned on the doorframe. "Well, if you want, I'll take you out to breakfast."
"Cool, I'll just chuck some clothes on. You wait out in the hallway."
I pushed the door closed.

I rummaged around the clothes pile, looking for a dress to throw on. Something that made me look incredibly hot yet as if I'd made no effort whatsoever. Should I put makeup on? Would that look like I was trying too hard? I didn't want to look as if I actually cared but I didn't want to look like a scuzzy mess either.
I found a cute dress that I knew hugged my curves and slipped it on.
"Who's at the door, honey?" Dad rolled over in his sleep, shielding his eyes.
"Just a friend," I said.
I heard angry footsteps in the hallway and ran out just in time to see the front door slam.
I ran out after him.

"Andy?" I called as he stormed off down the street.
What was up with him? Too bloody moody for my liking. Why was he asking me to breakfast then taking off like he was in a big huff?
Then it dawned on me. He'd heard Dad's voice. Since he didn't know I had Dad staying with me, it must've looked like I'd picked up some random guy and bought him home. Surely he wouldn't think that? I'm not the type of girl who'd pick up some guy. And I'm definitely not that kind who'd go out to breakfast with one man while I still had another in my bed.

I ran after him in my bare feet but he'd gone so fast and the roughness of the concrete footpath cut into my feet. I wanted to explain to him. I wanted to see that happy, crinkly smile again that I'd seen a minute ago.
"Andy!" I called again but he was at the end of the street.
I figured I'd call him when I got inside and make him see reason. My side hurt a bit and I remembered the cashbox. I'd work out the band's share this morning and loan Dad what I could of mine. Maybe I'd been a bit harsh with him. We were family after all and we only had each other to depend on.
When I got back inside, I screamed.

Dad sat on my bed with the lid prised off the cashbox and a bundle of notes in his hand
"What the hell are you doing?" I screamed. "Put that back."
I grabbed the money from him. My stomach burned and I wanted to throw up. Did I have no one in my life I could trust?
Dad hunched his shoulders and turned from me. He seemed to shrink away.
"Hon, I'll get it back to you in the next day or two. Trust me," he mumbled.
But any trust I'd felt dissolved. I couldn't even leave him alone for a few minutes.
"I said no. I love you, Dad, but I can't do this. I am just getting my stuff together. Don't mess it up for me." My voice shook but I had to say it. I swallowed hard and waited for him to apologise. I still believed that he could make this right.
"After all I've done for you," he said and shook his head.
I didn't even have the dream of Dad coming to rescue me now. All I had was lies and deceit and everything gone to shit. I had to get out of there. This hurt was too big for me to handle.

Notes

Let's all acknowledge the fact that her Dad is a dick.

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