She gazed at her off white ceiling. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes as she thought back upon the day. Her father's words and theories ricochetted in her mind, swirling around eachother until she felt she could no longer take it. As if life weren't stressful enough!
She didn't really know who her friends were, so when her friend had asked her to spend some quality time at the mall, only the two of them and perhaps one other friend, she was ecstatic.
"Can I go?" She'd asked hopefully.
"I don't know. He's more than two years older than you. Don't forget that you're only a freshan, and should be doing things with other freshmen sometimes too. Not just your senior friends."
"But I haven't don'e anything with him in weeks!"
"Maybe that's a good thing. If you only hang out with them, you'll be pretty lonely next year when his life has gone on, and doesn't include you anymore. I know you say they'll keep in touch, but I know how it works. You're setting yourself up for disappointment."
Where the Hell did he get off? How could he stereotype him like that? Did dhe not trust her judgement? What had she done wrong to loose his trust? "That's not the point right now. Why can't I go?"
"Because 17 year olds boys and 14 year old girls think differently, and are on a different maturity leve." His tone was as sharp as a razor's blade, rage boiling beneath his words. Sh could see the blood slowly creep into his face.
Stop now, she commanded herself, but even as she thought it, she heard her voice erupting with the same rage her father fought to control. "How do you know? You don't know him, and God knows ou don't know me!" She spit the words out, nearly throwing them in his face.
The showdown had begun, the lines drawn, and the sides taken as father and daughter stared eachother down defiantly. Her eyes twinkled with momentary hatred, and a reckless abandon he'd never seen in his baby girl before. His eyes gleamed with rage, and a smothering father protection his daughter found she saw far too often.
"Exactly." He said, the fact that it was only a breath of a whisper actually reinforcing the warning. "I don't know him. How am I suppose to say you can drive around the state witha seventeen year old I don't know during the the worst traffic time of the day? What kind of father would I be?"
"A fiar one that showed truste in his daughter and in her judgement." She growled in return, leveling her eyes with his, gazing through tiny slits of anger.
"When I get to know him, we'll see then." And with that, he turned and left, leaving the anger hanging dismally in the air.
So now, she layed in her bed, leaving the fight open. She curled herself into a tiny, protective ball, pulling the covers up over her head. She tried with all of her might to release her mind of the torture the daylight hours would bring. Sleep wouldn't come. So instead, she cried herself to sleep, but didn't find refuge in even the tiny crevices of her mind. The fight had only begun.