The man looked between his daughter and Connor. "What are you talking about? You're not even old enou-"
"Actually we are." Imogen stated. "We're old enough. And we've gone ahead and done it. Our best friends were there as witnesses."
Connor could sense the tension getting thicker and quickly took Imogen by the arm, pulling her out of the room just as the man exploded in a fit of rage, shouting and screaming all sorts after the pair.
Imogen paled, more than she already was and she picked up her bag by the stairs and ran from the house, closely followed by Connor. It wasn't until they were further down the street that Connor could see she was shaking. Just as he wrapped his arms around her, she burst into tears.
"Give me your phone." He told her gently.
"Why…?" Imogen asked in a quiet voice, already digging into her pocket for it and she handed it to him.
"You'll see." He answered and looked through until he found the number he needed. He sighed and pressed the call button, keeping his wife close to him.
"Imogen?" came the voice of Sally.
"No, it's Connor. You need to get back here and sort that madman out. I'm taking Imogen to Dynasty's and I'm not bringing her back home until it's safe to do so." Connor told the older woman firmly and hung up before Sally could utter a word. Then he texted Dynasty, telling her he was on his way with Imogen and that he would explain when he got there what happened. He slipped the phone back into Imogen's jacket pocket before leading her down the road, and to Dynasty's.
"I'd have smacked him one." Dynasty scowled when Connor helped Imogen explain what had gone on. She leaned against the kitchen wall observing her friend while Kevin made the much needed cups of tea.
"He started off nice and understanding, even when Connor told him how he felt and everything, first he was a bit unsure then he was okay. Then I told him what we'd done last term… and that was it." Imogen muttered, wiping her eyes and nose again with the tissue.
"Well if he ever comes lookin' for you here I'll knock him clean out." Dynasty told her, walking over and hugging her again.
Imogen gave a slight laugh. "Thanks…" she said softly and hugged back.
"You gonna answer that?" Kevin questioned as Imogen's phone rang within her pocket for the seventh time since they'd been n the kitchen.
"No, it'll only be mum demanding to know what went on. Like she even needs to ask." Imogen scoffed.
"If you don't I will." Dynasty smirked, a daring glint in her eye.
"Go on then." Imogen shrugged handing the phone over.
Dynasty swiped the phone and answered the call. "How many times you gonna disturb our film?" she snapped.
"I need to speak to Imogen. Please Dynasty I need to know if she's okay." Sally spoke.
"No, she's not okay. You let her psycho dad onto 'er, course she's not okay." Dynasty snapped. "She's in bits, won't move more than an inch away from Connor!"
"Put her on… please." Sally pleaded, she sounded guilty.
"Fine, but I doubt she'll say anythin'." Dynasty answered and pressed the phone into her waiting friend's hand.
"What?" Imogen asked as she put the phone to her ear.
"Imogen I am so sorry. I didn't know he was going to react like that. If I'd have known I would never have let him in the house. Please baby come home, we can sort this. It's always been us two hasn't it?"
"I'll come home if you agree to accept Connor. You don't have to like him, or even talk to him. Just accept him and I will be happy."
There was a long pause before a sigh. "Okay, Imogen. I'll accept you're with him. Just don't go making me a grandmother yet"
"As if!" Imogen scoffed and hung up.
"What did she say?" Connor looked at her.
"She's gonna let it drop, and accept you. But get me pregnant and you're a dead man." Imogen smirked.
Connor laughed and pulled her closer. "Good thing we're careful then."
Imogen giggled and nudged him with her elbow when she caught Dynasty's eye.
"If you can try and keep your hands off her till she goes home, that would be great." Dynasty smirked.
