Chapter 15
"Huh Mark why?" John yelled, shoving Mark.
Mark didn't answer, he couldn't tell John that he loved Mandy, cause he knew that John would kill him.
"I never knew you Mark, never." John said coldly. He turned around and headed out the front door, slamming it hard on the way out.
"Get in the car." He spat at Mandy as he walked over to the car.
Mandy was crying heavily as she hopped into the car.
They were silent on the way to the airport, but towards the end of the trip John piped up. "We'll be going to the doctors when we get back home to do some tests." John said.
Mandy shook her head and didn't reply back. She was too distraught to argue at the moment.
"I just can't believe it." John said in disgust as they sat on the plane.
Mandy started to get angry. "My god dad, he didn't sleep with me if that's what you're thinking." She spat.
"Don't you raise your voice at me young lady." John replied.
"It doesn't matter if it was Mark dad; you'd be the same if it was a boy from school." Mandy said.
"Amanda, I left you in his care, I trusted him." John said.
"Dad you don't know what's going on so don't go there." Mandy said.
"I saw everything I needed to know tonight.' John replied.
"Dad I'm nearly eighteen, when are you gonna treat me like an adult?" Mandy sighed.
"Adult or not Amanda, you are still my daughter, and that bastard took advantage of you." John explained.
"What? Dad, next week when I'm eighteen you won't be able to control me and I'll be back on this plane to Texas to see Mark." Mandy explained.
"Oh over my dead body you will." John replied.
Mark walked up and down his corridor with mixed emotions. For some stupid reason he couldn't blame John for acting like that, he'd be the same if it were he's daughter. But then again he could have taken the time to listen to Mandy and himself but no, that was John for ya. A stubborn hard ass.
He sighed and walked over to his couch and sat down. He missed Mandy all already, weird though ain't it? He thought. He never missed a woman so much in his life like Mandy.
He looked over at the clock on the wall. It was eleven o'clock. To hell with this, he thought and walked up the stairs to his bed.
Mandy and John arrived back home about two o'clock in the morning. John quickly got out of the car and hurried up the steps to open the doors of their house. The cold didn't bother Mandy; she slowly hopped out of the car and scuffed her feet along the path towards the doors.
"Mandy, hurry up and get inside!" John spat.
Mandy sighed and walked a little quicker to the doors.
John quietly turned on the light in the entrance, not wanting to wake his wife.
"You can get your stuff in the morning, now get to bed." John said, placing the car keys on the kitchen bench.
"Back already?" Said Mandy's mom from behind, wearing a dressing gown.
"Yes unfortunately, something came up." John replied looking at Mandy.
Mandy burst into tears and ran over to her room and slammed the door shut.
"Oh my, what happened?" Her mom asked.
"I'll tell ya in the morning." John sighed and wrapped his arm around her waist and headed off to bed.
Mandy layed on her bed, cuddling her teddy bears as she cried herself to sleep.