I sat quietly in my car, biding my time until my dad hit the hay, so I could slip into the house without enduring his lectures about the work fiasco. Stupid Andre, my old man decides to show up just as I'm spilling my drink on him. I attempt to lean on my car's wheels for a moment of peace, only to be rudely awakened by the blaring honk from my car.
I can't keep stalling, it's pretty clear I'm back home. I just gotta muster the courage to walk through that door and deal with whatever comes my way. "How bad can it really be?" I mutter to myself, trying to psych up for it.
Just as I swing open the front door, I glance around, feeling a wave of relief wash over me as I realize he's nowhere to be seen. Swiftly and silently, I make my way upstairs, hoping for a clean getaway. But my hopes are dashed when Jane intercepts me, revealing that my father is looking to chat in his office.
