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Chapter 5

"Suze, please come out of your room!" My dad was banging on my door. I wouldn't come out. I hadnt seen the duck egg blue walls of the hall since yesterday evening. Boy, was I hungry. Still, I was taking a stand.

So was, it appeared, my mother. My dad was forced to camp out in the lounge on our sofa, as my mom locked her room too. Really, the power of one lipstick smudge is incredible.

I heard my dad bang on my mom's door.

"Meg!" he cried. "Megan! Open this door now! Can you girls tell me what this is about?"

I heard the rush of air as my mom flung open her bedroom door.

"You don't know what this is about?" she shrieked. "Can't you even guess?"

"No," said my dad blankly.

"If you're not even going to admit to it, you deserve this even more than I thought," replied my mom justly, and I heard a sharp slap and a "Aaargh!" from my dad. I cowered in my room against my bed. This couldn't be happening to me. My mom and dad were the people I'd always looked up to. I couldn't find fault with either of them. But then yesterday my dad went from superhero to superzero, and mom went from Wonderwoman to Happy Slapper. I found myself crying again, huge salty tears leaking constantly down my cheeks. I loved my dad so much, I never thought I'd find a guy as great as him. Today I could think of a million. I pulled my duvet over my eyes and cried myself to sleep.

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I woke before the sun was even up. I lay awake in my bed, pondering over my thoughts, wiping tears away, stifling laughs about Jake, quietly sniffing. Then, when my clock showed 6:00am, I rolled out of bed, and pulled on something. I was so depressed, I cant remember what. I just knew I was black, ironically appropriate.

I stumbled into the dusky kitchen and poured myself some coffee. I couldn't eat anything, not even the bagels my dad brought home last night, to throw my mom off the cheating scent. Smooth move, dad, but obviously not smooth enough.

"Hey Susie, up already?"

My dad walked in with huge dark circles underneath his eyes. His hair was all tousled, like he'd tossed and turned all night. Well, obviously. I couldn't sleep, and I wasnt the one on the verge of divorce.

"Get much sleep?" he asked, taking my hand.

"What do you think?" I snapped, and snatched my hand away.

"I'm sorry Suze, I didnt want all this to happen. You to become upset, your mother becoming hysterical-"

"Well then you shouldnt have gone off with a pink lipsticked slag, should you?" I yelled, and I ran upstairs, dropping my mug of coffee and let it smash into a million pieces.

"Suze!" I heard my dad shout. "Suze!"

He caught up with me on the landing and grabbed my shoulder.

"Don't be dramatic, honey. Lets sit down and discuss this like adults."

"Get OFF me!" I shrieked, and I thrust my elbow backwards to meet with his gut. I turned around and started beating his chest with my fists.

"How could you do this to me and Mom, Dad? Dads are supposed to teach their daughters to drive, annoy their daughter's boyfriends, argue with their daughters about curfews, buy their wife flowers from a garage, not cheat on them, not tear their families apart. You're killing us inside, Dad, killing us!"

I suddenly realised I was beating thin air. I stopped walking fowards and dropped my arms. The bump-bump-bump of the stairs caused me to look down. There was my dad at the bottom of the stairs, head leant awkwardly against the floor.

Oh my God. I had just killed my own dad.