Something About Him
Cynthia's POV Oh well! How are they back so early in the morning? They weren't supposed to be back until later this evening. How am I going to explain why I'm getting home at this time? When I'm supposed to be at school right now. And is it just me or is my father really staring down at me angrily? Maybe it's just me, because my dearest dad has never even raised his voice at me, so being mad at me is completely and obviously out of question. But he certainly doesn't look very content and...the reason for that? Well let's find out, I thought to myself before tearing my eyes off my father, who was still standing at the window, looking down at me, I decided to go inside. "Hey! Mum. How come you are back home so early?" I asked my mother who was sitting on the couch and by her sitting posture I could tell that she was worried and waiting for someone, which clearly meant that something was up. And for some reason I had a strong feeling that this 'something' involved me in it. "Because we got a call from your principal" My mother replied, looking up at me. "Um..." I began but trailed off not knowing what to say because maybe just maybe, the principal called them for some other reason and I didn't want to blow up my own cover by telling her everything before I even knew what the principal told them. "How was your trip? Anyways" I asked with an awkward and forced smile while trying to change the topic. "It was going well, Cynthia, until we got a call from your principal earlier this morning" I turned towards the staircase hearing my father's firm voice. Cynthia? No sweetheart? No honey? No sweetie? "Dad..." I exclaimed before walking upto him and hugging him. "I missed you" I added and well that wasn't a lie at all. "We are talking about something serious here, don't try and change the topic" My father replied as I pulled away. "Alright" I mumbled with a nervous smile. "What did he have to say?" I asked. "He told us everything that happened last night and also how you requested him to not call and inform your father about it" My mother replied grabbing my attention. That asshole! I clearly asked him not to let my parents know about the happenings of last night and he did the exact opposite of that. Now that I think of it, he might have dialed my father right after Damien and I left his office. "And he did exactly the opposite of what I requested. I clearly asked him not to call dad" I said. "Probably which is why he called me instead" My mother replied. "Yeah. Now I know why everybody calls him an assho..." I said only to be interrupted by my father. "Language young lady!" He said to which I just looked down and mumbled a 'sorry'. "Cynthia, baby, you should have called us right then and there when you realised that you were locked inside the library, instead of staying there all night" My mother said after a moment of unsettling silence. "I just didn't want you two to worry about me. I knew the moment I called you, you both would have rushed back home and I just didn't want to ruin your trip" I replied honestly. "But you had us worried anyways..." My father paused. No I didn't, that oversmart principal of my school did. "Staying locked in an entirely empty school, for the whole night" He said, almost as if talking to himself. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that could have been? Cynthia" He continued. "What if you had a panic attack because of the dark? We both know how you are scared of it. Or what if there was some jerk lurking around in the school and he tried to harm you in someway or worst he..." He trailed off as if he was not even able to continue that sentence any further. But I somehow knew what he stopped himself from saying, but that was like totally impossible because the library was locked and if I couldn't get out of it then obviously how would some 'jerk', as my father said, be able to get in? But of course I couldn't place these facts infront of my father, for obvious reasons. "Dad, I'm not a little girl anymore and also I don't have panic attacks because of the dark anymore" I replied quickly because I couldn't help but be kind of embarrassed as he mentioned that I'm scared of dark. But what I just said was a big lie and somehow I think my father knew that too because don't parents, magically, always know everything about their kids? I think they do. I'm still scared of the dark and I would have definitely had a panic attack last night only if Damien wasn't there with me. "Oh is it? Are you a big girl now?" My father replied sarcastically which made me sigh in defeat. "Alright, Dad, I know it's my fault I should have informed you right away but I just didn't want you to worry about me. I thought I could handle it myself" I said, dropping my weapons and accepting my defeat. Who on earth has ever managed to win an argument against their parents, anyways? "I would rather prefer to worry all day and night, then you spending a night alone in an unsafe environment" He said or more like snapped at me which unknowingly brought tears to my eyes. Well...what can I say now? I was a little taken aback as my father has never even glared at me, let alone raise his voice at me and now when he did...I felt like there's nothing that could probably upset me more than this. "Cynthia..." He mumbled in a much softer tone as he saw my glassy eyes. "Come here..." He paused taking me into a hug. "I love you more than anyone else in this entire world, my little girl, which is why just the thought of you being in danger or being hurt scares me to death" He continued before placing a kiss on my head. "I love you too, Dad" I replied. "And please stop calling me Cynthia" I added making him chuckle as we pulled apart and he patted my head lovingly. "Next time you get in trouble, you'll inform me right away" He said to which I nodded my head in a yes. "Is the father daughter drama done finally?" My mother asked sarcastically while giving us a bored expression, with her elbow resting on her knee and her hand supporting her face. "She's just jealous" My father replied while playfully winking at her. "Anyways. Cynthia, go get some rest" My mother said to which I just nodded and was about to head upstairs when dad stopped me. "Wait..." He paused. "Who was that guy who dropped you home?" He asked the question that I have been expecting ever since I walked inside. "What guy? Edward" My mother asked, frowning as she had no idea what we were talking about. "Earlier I saw her getting home on some guy's bike" Dad replied as my mother just nodded her head casually as she didn't see anything out of ordinary in it, but my father on the other hand...well. "Oh. That was Damien" I replied shortly. "Damien?" My father mumbled as if testing his name. "Damien who? Never heard of him from you" He added as I unknowingly bit my lower lip, nervously. Hold on. Why am I being nervous? It's not like my father is interrogating me about my boyfriend. After all Damien is just a friend...right? Then why do I feel butterflies in my stomach whenever I get questioned about him? "Oh, you might not know him as he's my new friend..." I replied only to be interrupted by him. "Princess, what I'm about to say might sound weird or odd..." He paused. "But that guy doesn't seem to be a good fit to be your friend" He continued as I let out a confused and awkward chuckle. Doesn't seem to be a good fit to be my friend? Yeah, your are absolutely correct, dad, that does sounds weird and odd. And since when did my parents start keeping an eye and choosing who are the 'perfect' fit to qualify as my friend? "Edward, don't be ridiculously. You saw him for what? Like two seconds maybe?" My mother said while shaking her head. "Yeah and that too from up and far, from the window" I said quickly as my father looked at me and then at my mother who just raised her eyebrows at him and...well they seemed to be talking in some code language, which I'll probably never be able to crack. "Actually, Dad, I'm really thankful to Damien. Only if it weren't for him, I would have really had a panic attack last night..." I paused grabbing both of their attention. "He didn't have to but he stayed with me last night...he didn't leave me alone, even for a second" I continued as unknowingly a smile curved up on my lips before I told them everything that happened last night and also how Damien got scolded by the principal this morning because of me. "Alright, then, did you say thank you?" My father asked. "Yes, I did" I replied, confused. "Okay then, sweetheart, his chapter ends right here. I don't want you seeing him again" He said as I mentally rolled my eyes because duh, I couldn't actually do it as it would be disrespectful and my mother would have my head for doing that. "Dad, now that would be a little difficult as we go to the same school" I replied with a shrug. "And I'm a little tired. Can I leave now?" I asked, trying to run away from this interrogation. "You can, but just one more thing, why did he drop you home? Where's your bicycle?" He asked as I sighed. "I was really tired and sleepy so..." I replied only to be interrupted by my father once again. "Then you could have asked Sean, Bethany or Steve or any other person that I know...I mean we know..." He paused while gesturing towards himself and my mother. "To drop you home" He continued. "Dad, I didn't ask Damien to drop me home, instead he offered to drop me home himself" I replied. "But..." He began only to be interrupted by my mother. Well...thank God! "Edward, enough, she's tired, let her go and get some rest" She said. "Alright, honey, go get some rest" He said reluctantly while caressing my head as I just nodded before finally heading upstairs. "Edward! What was that? What's wrong with you?" I heard my mother's faded voice as I walked up the stairs. "What's wrong with me?" Dad replied, repeating her words in disbelief. "What's wrong with you? Ashima. Didn't you see that smile on her face?" He asked. "Stop overreacting, Edward" She replied and I could literally also imagine her rolling her eyes while saying that and what my father said next confirmed just exactly that. "Don't roll your eyes at me" He said and I just shook my head as now their voices faded away completely. Wait. What smile? ••• Hey guys, What do you think? Did Edward really sense something that Ashima or even Cynthia couldn't? Or is he just being an overprotective father? Anyways, Please vote, comment and share. Until next time. Love, Crystal ❤️
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