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Morgan yelled bloody murder and turned around quickly. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was only Bo. At the sound of his yell, she had quickly scurried back up to the porch, staring wide-eyed at him. Morgan smiled at Bo comfortingly.
"Sorry, Bo, I only thought it was something else," Morgan said.
Bo smiled back. "Yeah, you can never tell around here. I wish Dad would still believe you. I don't know what his problem is lately."
"Me, neither. I don't think he was like this before I left," Morgan commented.
"No, he wasn't. He became like this, when he met that one woman," Bo said.
Morgan nodded. Something was going on here and he didn't know what the heck was going on. He wished everything was the same and that he didn't have to go through all of this.
Just then, he heard the door open and Morgan spun around to see his father standing in the doorway. His face fell when he saw that Graham seemed to be angry. What was wrong now? Morgan didn't think he and Bo were doing anything wrong.
"What are you two doing out here?" Graham asked furiously.
"I was just out here looking for the stars and Bo decided to come out here with me. She wanted to know more about the star constellations and the like," Morgan said quickly. Bo nodded in agreement, not wanting to anger their father any further.
"But it's in the middle of the night, I don't want you two out here. There's things out there that can get you whether you're careful or not."
"But why should you care?" Morgan asked, "I'm an adult now, I can go out whenever I want. You allowed me to go away to college and I was able to take care of myself."
Graham's face finally slacked. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry that I became short with you."
"It's ok, dad." Morgan looked at his father slightly suspiciously. Graham was becoming more and more different as he saw him. "Dad, are you sure there isn't anything wrong? You seem to be different since the last time I saw you a year ago. And to think about it, you never wrote to me throughout the year. What's up with that?"
"Nothing, son. It's just that I've been really busy lately and I haven't had the time to write or call," Graham stated.
"Right. You don't even care about what I'm doing? What if I was just blowing off and not going to any of my classes and getting something lower than a B?" Morgan asked.
"Then I probably would've found out and there probably wouldn't be much left of you," Graham retorted.
"You probably wouldn't find out if I had done any of that. College students are adults and the professors don't hold your hand or the parents' hands," Morgan answered.
"Probably, but parents always find a way."
"But as you know, I AM getting good grades, so you're not going to get to blow me to smithereens. I'm going to bed now, I don't want this conversation any longer."
And with that, Morgan pushed Graham out of the way and headed off towards his room. He was so angry with his father that he was shaking. His father didn't have any control on what he could and could not do. Morgan was an adult now, after all. Sometimes he wished uncle Merrill were his father.
Morgan flopped into his computer chair. He was glad that he had his own computer in his own room so he wasn't constantly fighting everybody else for a turn on the computer. Plus he had his own phone number so he wouldn't block the main phone line in case somebody was calling or somebody in the house needed to call somebody while Morgan was online. Morgan paid for it himself, and he believed that it was very well worth it being that way.
As he thought this, Morgan got online and checked his email. Nothing of importance that he could see at the moment, just college friends gibbering about their daily lives. He quickly replied and deleted the old mail. He didn't want it clogging up the old mail section.
After surfing the web for a while, Morgan signed off, turned off the computer and stripped down to his underwear before falling on top of his bed. He was so tired and he didn't know why, he didn't get up early this morning and he had a good night's sleep the night before. Maybe it was coming back home and getting used to his old surroundings again. Soon Morgan fell into another dreamless sleep, not thinking about anything
The next morning, Morgan woke up and stumbled out of his room towards the kitchen. As he came into the kitchen, he found uncle Merrill sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, hands wrapped around for warmth.
"Uncle Merrill," Morgan began as Merrill looked up, "I didn't expect to see you up so early."
Merrill smiled and shook his head. "I didn't expect to see you up so early, either. What brings you up at 7:30?"
Morgan shrugged. "No particular reason. I just woke up abruptly and couldn't get back to sleep so I decided to come down here."
Merrill nodded understandably. Morgan smiled at his uncle. Merrill was the best uncle anybody could ever have. He acted like he was still a kid and still in college, which was fine with Morgan. Merrill could give him some pointers for next year.
"So what's up for today?" Morgan asked as he flopped onto the couch beside Merrill.
"Well, it doesn't look a whole lot. Your father said Ayanna's coming over today. So I guess we have to sit and visit with her," Merrill grimaced.
"Bo says she doesn't like teenagers a whole lot," Morgan remembered.
"Personally, I don't think she likes the human race period, but if it works for Graham, it works for everybody," Merrill said.
"But if she doesn't like people, then how come she's taken a liking to dad?" Morgan said.
"Between you and me, I don't have any idea," Merrill commented, "and I haven't a clue why he likes her. But like they say, there's weirdo's in every family."
Morgan laughed. "You can say that again."
Just then, Graham came rushing down the stairs, buttoning up the front of his shirt. As he came into the room, he glared accusingly at Merrill and Morgan. The two of them looked at each other questionably.
"What are you two just sitting there for? Hurry up and get cleaned up, Ayanna's going to be here in half an hour to an hour. She just called me on my cell phone. Bo's just getting ready, and I want you all to follow suit. Hurry up!" Graham snapped as Merrill and Morgan hurried upstairs to get dressed.
About an hour later, Morgan said stock strait on the couch next to Bo and Merrill. Graham was sitting on his comfortable chair, sitting as straight and stiff as anybody else. Morgan glanced at Bo out of the corner of his eye. She seemed uneasy and her eyes darted everywhere around the room. Morgan glanced out of the corner of his other eye and watched Merrill. He also seemed anxious and seemed like he didn't want to be here. Truth be told, Morgan didn't really want to be in the same room with a woman who didn't care for teenagers and was always demanding perfect obedience out of everybody.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, the doorbell rang and it seemed like everybody flinched at the sound, including Graham. He stood up stiffly and walked straight-backed towards the door. Before he opened the door he turned to face Merrill, Morgan, and Bo.
"Now, I'm expecting everybody'll be good and not do anything to evoke anger out of Ayanna," Graham said sternly.
"Yes, father," said Morgan and Bo at the same time.
"Yes, Graham, we understand," Merrill assured his brother.
Graham nodded and opened the door. As he helped the woman come through the door, Morgan craned his neck to see her, considering Graham was blocking the way. As she came into the room and Graham began closing the door, Morgan stared in horror. This was who his father was going out with?
Author's Note: Chapter three for everybody. Hope everybody likes so far and I'll try to update as soon as I can. Happy reading and I know you all love reviewing stories.