A/N:

Hi guys! It's been awhile but I found this on my old laptop because I bought a new one. I remember a rough outline of where I wanted to go with this and just wanted to see what yall thought about this little drabble I wrote.

Thanks for the love,

Nova

"What are you saying?" I question not quite believing what I was hearing. He and I have been going back and forth but the words still weren't registering. I don't want them to register.

"Paige, we're not going to argue about this. You're going to tell her tonight. That's what you're going to do." He spits out with such unwavering finalization. "I'm doing this to protect your future."

He exits my room in his perfectly tailored suit, briefcase clenched in hand as always. I'm paralyzed trying to think of anything to make him change his mind even though my words have been falling on deaf ears. I limp out as fast as I can to see him at the end of the staircase. This damn boot with all its black and velcory evilness stops me from following him down the stairs.

"Dad! It wasn't even Emily's fault. It was my idea to go running!" I yell down the stairs at his retreating figure. I hate how desperate I sound but pleading seems to be the only option. Ration clearly isn't working with my father.

"I don't care whose fault it was, Paige." He sighs, continuing towards the front door, not caring to even turn around and look at me. All I ever want him to do is look at me; listen to me, just anything to show he cares about my words instead of just my actions.

"She has no place to go." I try to plea toward any heartstrings my father may have left. He can't really expect me to kick my girlfriend out when her mother isn't in the state and her home is currently demolished. Any decent human being couldn't be that cruel.

"That is not of our concern." I guess my father didn't fit the normal characteristics of a decent human being. I don't know why I expected anything different. There he is, hand on the front door knob, leaving me to handle the consequences of his words.

"She's my girlfriend! Everything about her is my concern." I see him flinch at the word. It's been a year and every time his body recoils as though the term is repulsive.

Seeing him pause at the front door filled me up with hope he was at least reconsidering but the sound of the door slamming reverberated the answer throughout the quiet house.

I make my way back to my room and pause at the doorway. Looking in, I see Emily's presence everywhere. Her black riding boots are haphazardly lying at the foot of my bed. I guess she kicked them off before crawling into bed after her late shift last night. Looking left I see our bookbags propped up against my dressers completely have been ignored these past few weeks. We've opted for kisses and moans more often than essays and calculus. I feel myself smile at the memories. I love her things among my things. It just looks right; how it's supposed to be. Higher up I notice the gleam of countless trophies taking up so much space on my dresser top reeling my thoughts back to my callous father.