Tami broke the hug then looked down at the floor. "I should actually pick up my bag." she whispered. "Yeah, you should kid. People would rob anyone even if they be a kid like you." he replied but he sounded like he was holding back tears. Trevor crying? No way. "Yeah." She picked up the black starry bag and walked over to the door. "Can I go inside?" she questioned. "Of course. Unless you wanna sit outside." he replied. She smiled up to her father. "No!" she chuckled. He smiled looking at his daughter like she was the most precious thing in the world. Trevor opened the door for her. She looked at him confused. "Am I royalty know?" she said. "Just trying to nice." he replied "Well I guess I appreciate it." Trevor sat down on the table and got a beer. Tami-Lynn sat down on the ageing sofa. "I should really call up Micheal and tell him that I'm fine. Or he'll flip his shit." she thought. "Two seconds. Dad, gotta call up a friend." "Ok." he said. Tami made her way outside and dialled up Micheal's number. It rang for two minutes...then the engaged tone played. "Fuck!" Tami exclaimed. "I'll wait a couple minutes then call up again." she thought. She waited a couple minutes, then her phone rang. It was Micheal. "Why the fuck didn't you call?!" Micheal shouted down her phone. "I forgot! Anyway I am safe." "You could of told me!" "Why is it so important?!" she questioned. "I am driving up to his house." he replied. "Why the fuck..." "I thought he fucking kidnapped you or something, kid. AT LEAST I CARE!" "MY DAD CARES ABOUT ME YOU RICH FUCK!" Just as she said that Micheal was pulling up in the driveway and Trevor was coming out the door. Trevor and Micheal stared at each other as they we're having a battle. Tami could only say one word. "Shit..."