I woke up the next morning fully planning on spending my Sunday in bed. All of my hopes of being lazy for a day where thrown out the window when I heard my phone ring.
I looked over and grabbed my phone. Silencing it without even seeing who was calling. I fully intended to go back to sleep. My phone rang two more times before I put it on silent really not caring who was trying to reach me.
I could not tell how much time had passed. Even though my phone was not making a peep I could just since that someone was still calling me.
I let out a loud grown and sat up to grab my phone. I had six missed calls and one text message all from Izzy. I don't have any messages so I go rite to read my text message.
Your ride will be at your house in an hour. Be ready. You're coming over to finish your song.
I looked at the time. She sent me this text twenty minutes ago.
I loved her but at this moment I really wanted to kill her. I got almost no sleep last night. My dreams where filled with visions of the burning man. When I awoke I spent the rest of the night lying in bed trying to figure out where I have seen that man before.
I was so tired but I knew Izzy was not going to take no for an answer.
I walked out to the living room to see dad sitting on the couch the news.
"Hey dad." I said as I poured myself a cup of coffee.
"Good morning." He responded.
"Do you think it will be okay if I go to Izzy's today to finish the song we were working on?" I asked him.
He looked at me and I was worried he was going to say no.
"The girl from yesterday?" He asked.
"Yep." I tell him.
"I don't know." He said.
"Please." I pleaded with him.
"Where are you going?" He asked me,
This is why I did not want him to meet her yet. He's a smart guy and can sot trouble from a mile away.
"To her house." I answered him.
"Is the rest of the band going to be there?" He asked.
I did not know who was going to pick me up so I answered truthfully.
"I don't know. She sent me a text told me she would pick me up in an hour. That was a half hour ago. So I need to know so I can get ready." I told him.
He seemed to be thinking over what I told him.
"Fine." He said.
I smiled at him and quickly ran into the shower. I took the quickest shower of my life. It must have been less than five minutes. I wrapped myself in the towel and ran to my room.
Once in my room I wrapped my wet hair in the towel and quickly grabbed some clothes.
I did not really care about dressing up considering I did not even want to get out of bed. So I ended up in blue skinny jeans and a white tang top, and sneakers.
I freed my hair from the towel and quickly brushed through it. Letting it dry into its natural waves.
As if on cue the doorbell rang. I tried to run to the door before my dad got there. I was worried Izzy would be wearing something that would change my dad's mind about letting me go.
I was to slow when I got to the living room my dad had already answered the door.
"Who are you?" He asked in the same voice he asked David yesterday.
I was confused. Who was at the door? I walked around the corner to see who he was talking to.
My heart instantly dropped into my stomach.
"Hello Mr. McCall I'm Jared." He said politely raiding his hand to be shaken.
My dad was not having it. He did not take his hand and just stared at him.
"Well okay." Jared said as he lowered his hand.
He looked past my father and directly to me.
"Are you ready?" He asked me completely ignoring my dad.
His words and face filled with his cocky attitude.
I could not believe him. Did he not know who my dad was? I'm shore I told him what he does for a living, but I was so high I could not be shore.
"Yeah just let me grab my bag." I told him.
"Wait." My dad called out after me stopping me in my tracks.
I knew it was going to be hard to get him to trust me around Izzy. Getting him to let me leave with Jared will be impossible. Especially with him standing, no leaning in my door way. Wearing a sleeveless shirt showing off all his tattoos. Plus all of his piercings were showing. Including the ones on his nipples you could see through his tight white shirt.
"Yes." I answered him innocently. Acting as if I did not know what the problem was.
"You said you were going to Izzy's." He said to me.
"We are. I'm just the ride." Jared answered for me before I had the chance to speak.
"Jared's the lead singer." I explained to my dad.
He just stood in the door way keeping him out and me in.
"I'm sorry Thana you're not going anywhere with him. You'll just have to find a different band." He told me.
"But why? I like this band. We're really good." I pleaded with him. For the first time giving him a real emotion.
I was too upset to try to manipulate him.
"Yes, why?" Jared asked.
I could not tell if he was mocking me or my dad. I could tell it was not helping. He was just making my dad anger.
"You know why." My dad snapped at him, making me wonder if they had met before.
"Is it because of my dad?" Jared asked with a sinister smile on his face.
My dad did not answer just looked back him. I was too shocked by Jared's behavior to even move.
"Because if this is about my dad that's not really fair. You know just like I do that none of those charges stuck. My dad's an innocent man who just finds himself constantly harassed by people like you." He said directly to my dad.
I instantly thought back to what David had told me last night. Maybe he was rite. I knew Jared was trouble the moment I laid eyes on him and that's why I liked him. I was now starting to think he was not the kind of trouble I wanted to get involved with.
I could see my dad's hand find its way to the gun that was strapped to his waist.
"That's enough Jared." I yelled at him.
Pulling both him and my dad out of whatever was going on.
"Oh come on Thana I'm just talking to your dad." Jared replied refusing to back down.
"No your being an ass. Know go wait in the dam van." I yelled at him.
He looked at me for a moment, irritation filled his eyes. The look he was giving me quickly changed to a smile that almost looked sinister. He quietly made his way over to his van. My eyes only left.
I looked at my dad who looked surprised that Jared listened to me.
"So I'm guessing you know Jared." I said to my father.
"I know of him." He replied.
"His whole family is no good. I don't want you hanging out with him." He told me.
"But the band." I said.
"Find a new one." He told me sternly.
Anger instantly filled my body. He was telling me what to do. The only thing I hated more than being told what I can and cannot do is to feel out of control.
"Excuse me." I said to him in a flat even tone.
"You herd me. You are not to be associated with him." He told me.
"I can care less about Jared." I lied. "But this band is important to me. I just wrote my first song, and I am not leaving because you have a problem with one member of the band."
"I love this band and you have no right to tell me otherwise." I snapped back at him.
"I have every right. I am your father."
"Since when?" I yelled back at him.
I hit him where it hurt but I did not care. I knew he felt guilty about abandon both Scott and I. That's why he let Mellissa raise Scott even though he did not always agree. He felt guilty and just wants to be the fun parent. He just wants his kids to like him.
"I have been on my own for a long time, and before that I was fatherless. I survived this long without the impute of strangers I don't need it now."
I knew this hurt him but all I cared about was it gave me enough time to get into Jared's van before he could break out of his thoughts and stop me.
"Drive." I told Jared.
He did as I said. I could see my dad staring after us in the side mirror. I almost felt bad for what I had said.
"That was a little harsh." Jared said breaking the silence.
"No. That was the truth." I responded to him.
"He's just trying to keep you away from trouble." He said with a smile obviously referring to himself.
"He thinks I'm stupid. Like I really could not tell you where trouble the second I saw you. How naive does he think I am?"
"If you knew I was so much trouble why stick around?" He asked.
"Because what my dad does not get it I don't scare easy and I can handle myself." I told him.
"Oh really?" He asked me.
"Yes really. And what you need to realize is trouble is my middle name. It's in my blood, I live and breathe it. I thrive on chaos. But I have my own shit to deal with so keep you and your family's shit out of my life." I told him.
From my stern voice it was easy to tell I was being serious.
"Understood." He said before smiling and handing me a joint.
We spent the rest of the ride in silence just smoking together. I was very much backed by the time we made it to Izzy's.