Last Conversations

She looked hopeful.

"Absolutley not, and especially not dressed like that!" David strode into the room, answering the question Alys was sure her mother was going to give the opposite response to.

"Why the hell not?" Her face dropped, and she suddenly became angry.

"Because, your brother is home for one night. Your mother already told you that. We want to spend time with him together." Alys rolled her eyes at her parents.

"He'll be back in two weeks. That's fourteen days. I'm not going to miss him. No offence!" she called into the living room.

" None taken!" came the call back. She smiled. She got on well with her big brother, and how bad could two weeks away be? Just to provea point, she carried on;

"Hey Dan, do you mind if I go out tonight? It's Jess' birthday and I don't want to miss it."

"Yeah, that's cool with me. Tell her i said hi."

"Will do, Dan." Alys spun around and made her way toward the door, to find her way blocked by her father. She looked him squarely in the eyes. " Would you please move, Dad?"

David returned that look with the same menace as he was being given. His jaw clenched, but he moved silently out of the way, still glaring at his daughter.

"If you go to this party tonight, there will be hell to pay when you get home." He said it so quietly Alys struggled to hear him. "And that is a promise, not a threat."

"Well, I'm going, So I guess I'll face whatever you have for me when I get back." She looked grim, like she didn't want to be putting her parents in this situation, but there was a glint in her eye that suggested she loved being rebellious, acting out, like every teenager did. She stormed past her parents and slammed the door behind herself.

David turned, wide-eyed, to look at his wife.

"She did not just go out that door." He said, disbelieving his own eyes. Sarah gave him a wry smile.

"Oh, yes she did." She replied.

"Jeez." He sat down on the wicker chair that had been sat in the hallway for years, and ran his fingers through his receding dark, curly hair. " I never thought she would actually do it."

"Well, she did. We may as well have dinner. She's gone Dave, and there isn't much we can do about it until she gets home." Sarah spoke softly, so that Daniel didn't hear them from the living room. She was a peaceful woman, timid, and didn't like the idea of either of her children hearing them talk about punishing the other one.

"We could go get her?" His answer was a question; he knew deep down that he couldn't go and drag her home without causing a scene, but he hoped his wife would agree to it, even though it was unlikely. He grinned as she shook her head slowly.

"I don't think so Dave. She'd hate you forever." She grinned back at him. "Come on, dinner's almost ready."

She kissed him quickly on the lips, and moved off into the living room to set the table.

The End

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