Snippet #2569425

Aeron sighed as he told her the time. She wouldn't be able to hang out with Anthony the next day. She was sure she would be grounded after ignoring her phone calls all night. She sat in Anthony's car trying to keep from showing how much she was dreading coming home, but she knew he was right. She couldn't avoid it forever. As they pulled into Anthony's drive way she almost considered asking to stay with him. She didn't normally push her dad like this, she was dreading what was to come. She had only knew him for two days, she couldn't ask to stay there. She was dreading leaving that safe feeling she loved so much.

As she got out of the car she could see Jack peaking out of the curtains. A flare of jealousy flared through her. She walked Anthony to his door and then, within view of Jack, grabbed Anthony by his shirt and pushed him against the wall of the apartment and kissed him hard and passionately. Claiming him as hers for Jack to see. She deepened the kiss, pushing her body against his. It was the most daring thing she had ever done. As she pulled away she got very embarrassed. She leaned in and kissed him a bit more softly.

"Goodnight," She whispered and quickly walked to her own car. As close as she was to getting a good night's rest she got in and blinked the entire car into her own driveway. With a sigh she walked into her house.

Her father was waiting for her when she entered.

"Where the hell have you been?" he snarled at her, his breath reeked.

"I was out with a friend," She answered stonily.

"I called you," He retorted.

"My phone was dead," She lied. She made a direct line for her bedroom, trying to avoid his rage. She was not so fortunate. He grabbed her arm as she passed him.

"I'm not done with you young lady," He said, his grip too tight, already bruising her fragile skin. She glared at him, new found strength finding her. Maybe it was having met Anthony, maybe it was being so close to emancipation. She didn't know.

"I am done with you," She said back with a dead calm to her voice. She ripped her arm free and blinked to her room. She made a mad dash for her door, to lock it. She wasn't fast enough he barged in grabbing her by her hair and throwing her to the ground.

"I've told you that you aren't to do that in this house!" He yelled at her. She never teared up, never faltered. She looked up at him, fire in her eyes. "You're grounded," he snapped slamming her door behind him.