[65] GROSS, DAD!

Michael driving me home was more I could have asked, he didn't let me protest before hauling my bicycle into his trunk and aiding me into his car.

Well, At first it was okay for this drive but now that I am thinking__ it was quite a terrible idea. Though I saw it coming, I expected my dad to be asleep when I got home. well, he wasn't.

He waited in the living room. Patiently waited for his daughter's return with a glass of water. He always felt something anytime something happened to his little angel. It was like we have this bond that he'd feel whenever I get hurt.

When I staggered inside, he quietly walked out from where he sat. Dad's eyes fell on my feet, the look on his face was a look I've never seen before without questions he hurried outside. Too tired to peek on them, I retired to my room. hurrying for a quick shower.