I walked out of my room and into the family room to see my dad in his chair watching tv. "Welcome home dad," I said as I walked into the kitchen to him dinner. It what I always do when dad came home since he can only cook Ramen Noodles, or so my mom told me. I smiled while I made dinner. I finally made a friend, I thought. After I finish making dinner, I put the food on the table and said, "Dad, dinners ready." As I put the plate and utensils on the table, I was received a loud grunt and having the tv turn off from dad. After I put the plates on the table, I sat down and waited for dad.

I watch dad come and sit at the table and put his food on his plate. My dad was a really tall man who use to be really skinny and had shinny green eyes, which is the same eye color I have, and brown hair. But, after my mom died, his eyes didn't shine anymore and he gain some weight. Not enough to make him fat but enough to notice. We both sat there in silence, the only sound was dad eating his food. "I made a friend today," I said, breaking the silence, " He's new, came here from England. His name is Phil Lester and he lives right next door to us. We have the same classes together as well. Dad looked up at me then back down at his plate. "Bullshit," he mumbled, taking a bite of his food. I looked at him , shocked at what he said. "What?" I asked, sounding a little annoyed.

I then regretted saying that. He gave me a look and said, "I said that was bullshit. No body would be friends with a mistake like you." "But, it's true. Go next door and ask," I said "Don't you fucking dare drag our neighbors into your bullshit Juliet!" Dad screamed. "I'm not!" I screamed, knocking over the chair I sat on. "Yes you are! Your only saying that to feel better about yourself!" Dad shouted. "We are friends! He told me! If you stop being a dick all the-" I was then cut off by dad slapping me across my face. I put my hand across the cheek were my dad slapped me and I looked at him. Run, I thought, run like you always do. I stood there then I rushed out of the kitchen, grabbed my shoes, and left the apartment. I rushed out of the apartment building. When I was on the sidewalk, I heard his voice calling my name. I turned my head to see Phil running towards me. "Hi Juliet, what's up? I just came back from a walk with my friend when I saw you. Juliet? What happened?" Phil asked as he came closer to me.

I probably did look awful with my face tear stained and my cheek bright red from when dad slapped me. But, I didn't want him to know, not till I know I can trust him with the truth of my family. "It's nothing," I lied. "No, it's not. Your face is teared stained and you have a slap mark on you cheek," Phil said. "I'm fine really," I said, "I just fell asleep at home and I accidentally slapped myself in my sleep and it hurt so much that I started to cry. Then, I thought it would be a good idea to get some fresh air to calm down." Phil gave me a look and then he grabbed my wrist and walked me back to the apartment building. "Come with me," he said. You can't let him take you back there, if you do, your fucking screwed, I thought. "Phil, I'm fine, honest. Please don't me back inside," I pleaded. "Why?" he asked, "Why can't you go back into the apartment building?" "I...I can't tell you," I said, looking at the ground.

Phil stopped dragging me back into the apartment building and we stood there for a couple of minutes, both looking at each other eyes. "Sorry, but you're hurt and I can't stand by and do nothing when I know I can do something to fix it," Phil said as he started dragging me to the building again. I knew it wasn't worth the fight so I just let him drag me back to the building. Please don't let dad see me, I pleaded to myself, please don't let him see me.

AN: Welcome back! I hope you enjoyed chapter 2 of Mr. Romeo Lester. Please review and I hope to see you next chapter!