Dad why?

Jason Davenport

I clicked my Instagram off as I heard Dad walk towards my room. I knew it was him because he was the only one who trudged through the house noisily. Well, it was his house anyway.

Ashley had gone to see her grandparents and stay over for the weekend.

Or so she said.

Of course I didn't believe her one bit. But I couldn't exactly follow her to Manhattan now, could I?

It still annoyed me how much Dad believed her. Trusted her. Wasn't it obvious enough that she was lying? Refusing to let my day be ruined by thoughts of Ashley, I pushed the thought aside and resumed my original stance of pretending to be asleep.

I could hear dad's heavy footsteps as he approached my bed and from where he stood at the foot of the bed, I could feel him staring at me.

"I heard you on your phone before I walked in, Jason. I know you're awake."

Grudgingly, I turned over on the bed and faced him. What was his problem now? I really wasn't in the mood to talk.

"Sit up, son."