I'm not sure how long I'm not going to be speaking to him. Sure, I love Dad and all, but as I turned the water off I could feel my face was still beet red.
"Thanks a lot, Dad," I said to myself as I dried myself with a towel.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I sure wasn't going anywhere near Dad for the rest of the day after what he just did. I could hear the lawn mower as I was putting my bra on. Good thing he's nowhere near in the house right now, I thought to myself as I zipped up my jeans and combed my hair. Good time to eat breakfast.
After putting my comb back, I walked downstairs and into the kitchen.
"Morning, dear. What's that on your face?" Mom asked, seeing my red face.
"Dad did it. It won't go away. Tell him I'm not talking to him," I told Mom.
"I'm spending today in my room."
I could tell Mom was feeling sorry for me after what I just told her.