My father came to get me quite early… I didn’t have time to eat breakfast with Cat and her father. I didn’t even have time to nonchalantly downplay the seriousness of Cat and me lying so closely together last night.
She and her father stood in the door and watched as my dad’s car backed out of the driveway.
The drive to his house was silent. I had nothing to say to him, and apparently, he didn’t have much to say to me either. He only needed proof that I was there for at least some of the weekend, and Sunday--today--was his day to prove it.
He wanted to watch a movie… It didn’t matter to me what kind. I felt a little lost and amazed all at once, and a damn movie wasn’t gonna clear my head. He put in something, I don’t remember what, but there was a lot of shooting and cursing and screaming going on.
“Don’t tell your mother,” he pleaded, as if he deserved my sympathy--or my pity.
I agreed though, because I wasn’t paying much attention to it anyway. Imagine… Next weekend, I could be close to Cat again…
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