Well, This Is Dry!Mature

The journey home was painfully silent.

Dad's only words had been

"Get in the car."

He had been furious, and from the way he was handling the car, I could tell he still was.

I was mortified. My own father had walked in on me.

My mouth was dry. I desperately wanted to speak, but no words would come.

Soon home came into view. Mum emerged in her dressing gown and slippers. She didn't look to happy either.

"Where have you been, young lady?"

Dad was going to show no mercy

"In bed. Very busy." He said monotonously.

Mum looked shocked. She knew I wasn't a virgin, but judging the circumstances, I couldn't blame her.

"To bed. Now! We'll discuss this in the morning, when you're sober."

Tears beaded in my eyes as I ascended the stairs.

My parents hated me, I knew it.

My Blackberry buzzed in my pants, giving me a sickeningly pleasurable sensation. The light burned my eyes. It was Jacob.

Hey Ang

You know what happened back there was only a quick fling? Just wanted to prevent drama at school tomorrow.

Hope your Dad was ok,


That was the last straw.

My sobs became louder. I was having the worst night of my life.

After all that had happened, that arsehole had just wanted a 'quick fling'

Once I'd had time to resolve the parent situation, that dickhead was going to face the wrath of one girl that doesn't get played.

Because she was the player.

The End

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