New and Improved
Chapter 26 – Book'em Dan'o
BPOV
Skipping down the stairs, I was in no hurry to get to the "kiddy jail" other wise known as High School.
Charlie met me at the bottom of the stairs. He was just coming inside.
"What were you doing out there, checking the perimeter, making sure I didn't throw some guy out the window before coming down?"
"YES! I was! Now are you going to tell me who was in your room the other night?"
"Geese, Char … I mean Dad not this again. For the thousandth time, nobody was with me." … I waited a breaths length then added … "you just caught your teenage daughter masturbating."
"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN! This has gone far enough!"
He started mumbling under his breath after that, "Skipping school, motorcycles … and don't think I don't know you ride it, boys, girls, parties, drinking, … I'm the Chief of Police … Can't even control his own daughter … removed from office … talk of the town …"
Then he spoke up, just about scaring my panties off.
"I am sending you back to live with your mother."
"Wait, dad NO! Please, I'll stop. I promise."
He didn't answer, just went right on talking … like what I said didn't even matter. I have to fix this. I can't go back. I have no place else to go.
"Your mother called the other night, said she has a surprise for you. Did she call you to tell you what it is?"
I didn't know what to say. I threatened my mom, but could I go through with it? After what he heard the other night … ?
"Dad, sit down you are going to want to sit for this one."
"Oh, God Bells … Did you get pregnant?"
"NO!" shaking my head vigorously, "God No! Nothing like that, dad I'm still a virgin, ok."
"Well what is it then, I have to get to the station."
"Um, mom … she …"
"Spit it out girl."
"James, Phil's son put up video camera's in my room. Hidden ones, and posted the videos all over the internet."
I said it so fast I'm not sure he actually heard me.
I didn't have to wait long for confirmation he had, when his face actually turned as purple as my shirt, I knew.
"Dad, are you ok?" I timidly asked.
He held up a hand … and I waited for him to breath.
Then … well lets just say, after school today we have to go shopping for a new kitchen table.
He stormed out of the house before I could tell him anything else, and well served her right. I mean if he calls her when he's this mad. She will likely spill the beans on herself.
I stood there broom in hand trying to fit all the pieces of what this could mean into my non-caffeinated brain, when a pounding on the door shook me.
Fearing the worst and hoping for the best, I opened the door.
"What are you doing here?"