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Daddy Dearest

"Cecilia, Cecilia," Simon whispers as he gently taps on her bedroom window.

"I told you not to come to my house, my dad will see you. What are you doing here?" Cecilia asks as she opens the window and Simon climbs in.

"I wa.," but he doesn't get to finish for Cecilia quickly silences his lips with a kiss. "I wish your dad wouldn't hate me so much, sneaking around is really getting annoying."

"I know, he really needs to lighten up," Cecilia answers.

"Cecilia," her dad calls from downstairs, rather angrily.

"Oh no, you'd better hide," Cecilia exclaims.

"But where?"

"Ummm, get in the closet, he won't find you there," and with that Simon rushes into the closet and Cecilia quickly closes the door behind him, just as her father walks in.

"Hi, Daddy. Nice night," she mutters nervously.

"Cecilia, who are you talking to? I heard voices. That boy isn't here, is he?" he demands in a harsh tone.

"Uh, no, Daddy, and can't you use his name?"

"He doesn't deserve to have his name used. And, if you don't mind, I think I'll look around for HIM, anyway."

"Oh, but, but, Daddy, I, um, I," she pauses trying to think of an excuse for her father not to look around, "I feel sick, Ohh, I think I'm gonna, I'm gonna, Ohhhhhh," Cecilia moans as she falls on her bed in an attempt to make him think she's passed out. Her father ignores her and immediately heads toward the closet, since Cecilia was standing there when he walked in. Cecilia, realizing her fainting act didn't work, quickly looks up, "Daddy, I'm serious, I, I think I need my tonsils out, OOH, OW my throat hurts, go call a doctor, Daddy, please, I'm in pain, OWW!"

"You had your tonsils taken out when you were three," her father angrily replies.

"Oh, well, my stomach hurts, too, maybe I need my appendix out, yes, that's it, OWW, pain, Daddy, it hurts so much," she answers desperately, just as her father puts his hand on the doorknob.

"Cecilia, stop it! All you've done is confirm my suspicions," he yells as he opens the door. "Aha, YOU, I knew it, Get out," George cries.

"Uh," Simon clears his throat, "Hi, Sir," he answers timidly.

"OUT, OUT, OUT!" Cecilia's father screams as he picks up a plant and prepares to throw it at Simon's head.

"But, Daddy, he, umm, I, no, we.," Cecilia stutters as she stands in front of Simon.

"Quiet, both of you, Boy, get out!" the dad on rampage bellows, throwing the plant, barely missing Simon's head.

"I'm going, I'm going," Simon answers. With his arm shielding his face he scurries out Cecilia's window and starts to run home, but stops and looks up towards Cecilia's room once more, " Guy's crazy. Could've busted my head with that thing." He shakes his head and starts running again as he catches Cecilia's father glaring at him from her window.

"Dad, that's not fair. Leave Simon alone. We weren't even." Cecilia starts.

"So, you've been sneaking around my back, seeing that, that person," he cuts her off, "Well, you wretched child, I'll show you what happens to disobedient children."