Author's Note: Well NOBODY reviewed!! It has been only a day, so I'll give you a chance. Still…mumble grumble…Ok, I know this chapter is WAY shorter than the other one, but otherwise I would only have two chapters, and that would deeply depress me, as this is my first proper story and all. Anywho, read away.
Lauren heard the click of the door opening, but she just buried her wet eyes deeper into her knees.
'What's wrong, baby girl?' Lauren ground her teeth at her father's annoying nickname.
'Nothing, I'm fine.' It came out sounding muffled, as her teeth were still clenched and her head remained buried in her knees.
'Why won't you look at me, then?' She felt the bed next to her sink as he sat down. Lauren sighed, and pressed her ear against her knee, her face turned away from her father.
'Because I don't want to, why do you think?' She felt his hand on her hair. She considered leaving it there, but she shook it off.
'Alright, alright. I get it. But I'm here if you want to chat. Wait, it's Newt, isn't it? He's forced you to do something you don't want to, hasn't he? I'm calling Frankie – '
'Dad! Just leave it! Newt hasn't done anything.' That's exactly the problem. She was now glaring at him.
'Have you been crying?'
'No, I'm trying a new style of makeup.' Thankfully, he believed her. Or he pretended to.
'Oh, right.' He looked uncomfortable.
'Just go, dad.' He looked at her, his dark eyes worried, then turned and left the room.
Lauren took a deep breath, uncurled herself and stood up.
It's kind of a filler chapter, I know, but whatever.