Next morning, I woke up feeling
vivacious. It must be saved from last night. We had a good breakfast and then
dad went out for some shopping. Being alone, Vanessa and i grabbed our coffees,
sat down on our bamboo couches in our backyard and chatted. I told her
everything about a night before. When i was finally done, she spoke:
“It’s so romantic...I
mean, he’s a great guy i think...even though i didn’t talk with him that much,
he seemed really nice and i’d noticed his looks to you.” She winked at me, i
laughed. She was really great to talk to. I had even told her about Zackary and
our hard relationship, she just listened carefully and said that i’d done a
good job with leaving him.
We continued chatting
and giggling until hearing front door’s slam. It was very fierce that windows
trembled. “Dad’s home i guess.” I said.
“Vanessa!” we heard
his angry voice. I looked at Vanessa’s confused face worriedly.
“We’re here outside!”
she yelled back.
His footsteps came
closer and closer, and he finally appeared on the doorway. I noticed the same
freezing look in his blue eyes, i moved slightly in my chair, my sixth sense
was telling me it was something about me. He threw a tabloid magazine onto the
table.
“What’s this all
about?” he said between his teeth pointing out the mag now laying right infront
of my eyes. ‘Backstreet Daughter Skylar, dancing along with a Backstreet song
with some guy in a café.’ I read and i glanced the photo, a girl dressed in
blues and a brunette guy...
“I don’t know....” i
said uncomprehendingly.
“You sure know what
it is!” he shouted. It was me and Chris on the cover. How did they find us? The
flash! I remembered.
“Look Dad, I can
explain it...” i started.
“Explain what? I
don’t wanna hear any excuses! How could you dare to make out with whosoever in
a club? You’re my daughter, not a whore!”
“I’M NOT A WHORE!!!”
i screamed, i felt my lungs would jump out from my mouth. Tears had welled up
my eyes also.
“Nick, why don’t you
calm down a bit?” Vanessa said meekly.
“Don’t interfere
Vanessa!”
“No i will. How can
you call your daughter a whore?”
“I didn’t call her a
whore! I warned her not to be a one!” he yelled pointing me. I started crying,
i couldn’t handle my own father calling me a whore.
“Yes you did!” yelled
Vanessa.
“I can’t believe
you!” I shouted and ran inside, throwing the mag towards him. I dumped into
someone huge on my way to upstairs, it was uncle Kevin.
“Skylar? Why are you
crying?” he asked, holding me from my arm.
“Ask him!” I said
between sobs, rescued my arm from Uncle Kevin but he caught me again. I wiggled
but he dragged me outside.
“I know what is going
on and you can’t solve any problem by running nor shouting. You have to sit
down and talk ok?” It wasn’t a question, it was a command. I scuffed and
slumped back on my chair next to Vanessa. She stroked my hand and squeezed it.
I closed my eyes, letting tears pour down. Even though there was still a huge
tension in the air, i was relieved that Uncle Kevin was there. He motioned my
dad to sit down and he sat down reluctantly right across to me.
“Now we all know the
deal.” Uncle Kevin started smoothly. It was a law court and he was the
dominant. “And first question: Nick, did you ask Skylar anything about this
episode?”
“No I didn’t need it.
I have eyes Kevin and i can read so why do i need?”
“This is the problem
Nick, you didn’t need to ask anything to Skylar, why don’t you let her speak?”
“Look Kevin, here I
AM the dad and she’s my daughter so why don’t you let me solve the problem?” my
dad retorted.
“If you could’ve
succeed, I wouldn’t interfere but Nick, you can’t do anything...”
“Let me do some
fathering then. Just back off Kevin!”
“You’re
irreconcilable Nick, problem is inside you!” Kevin yelled and walked inside as
he added from kitchen. “But now you’re alone with her, we’ll see if you can do
it or not but Nick i hope you can do it without insulting her.”
I hadn’t witnessed a
fight between Backstreets before, except some silly arguments, and this time
two of them were fighting over me. Vanessa glanced both of us and before
following Kevin inside, she mumbled something like “you better be alone.”
We watched her
entering inside and closing the sliding door behind her. After a few minuteds
of silence, my dad spoke.
“Skylar, do you want
to tell me about this episode?”
“If you’re not going
to shout and call me...” my voice cracked. “ a whore, i will.”
“Look, i didn’t want
to insult you, how can i do? I’m just overreacting. Can you imagine the shock
i’ve faced when i saw you kissing with some guy? And especially in a magazine?”
“But dad, he’s not
some guy, he’s my boyfriend.”
“Your boyfriend? But
he’s not Zackary...”
“Cos he’s Chris. Dad,
he had dropped me home last night and he’s also Littrell brothers’ bud,
remember?”
He lowered his head.
“I remember. But you have to understand me. I was scared that you’d done
something you’d regret later...”
“Just like you?” i
finished his sentence.
“I thought that we’d
closed this subject.”
“You may did but i
didn’t dad. And don’t forget, I’ll never do that, besides, I wasn’t drunk. And
even if i ever did soemthing like that, I’d never forsake my child infront of
his door just with a note.” I said coherently.
His had raised, and
he shot me a look, a look between anger and sadness, a look between remorse and
happiness.
“To add more, I love
Chris, i know it’s happening so fast but i felt something right when i was with
him.”
He nodded, then stood
up. Openning his arms, he whispered “come here...”. I stood up leisurely and ran
into his warm arms and buried my head in his chest, as i let my warm tears wash
my face and soak his shirt. He hugged me tightly, stroking my head, whispering
I Love Yous.
“How will we get rid
of this?” I asked between sobs.
“I will take care of
it, if anybody from press asks you
something about it, just say them to come and ask to me, alright?”
“Yeah.” I sobbed
again.
“But...” he held my
chin and looked into my eyes.
“Promise me not to do
this again, it’s not good even thoguh how much you love him. Be more careful
when you go out.”
“Ok, i will.” I said
and again hugged him tightly.
Again, after all of
this disorder, he was right.