*Claire’s Point of View*
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We broke off from the kiss, and Sammy flinched as she got the sight of the person who spoke.
"Dad, I… Uh... What are you… do-doing here?" She asked while stammering, and I felt my body turn stiff.
Sh*t, that was unexpected. And we're surely in big trouble right now.
"The question is... What are you doing? Is that why you don't have time to visit me at the mansion, or even have meals with me because you are busy with someone else? And for God's sake, Sam, a girl? I didn't race you to be an immoral citizen." Her dad ranted, and she's just staring at the floor intently. F*ck it! He's a flaming homophobe.
"Dad, it's not that. I… uh… we… The school requires us to do a lot of paperwork and projects before the quarter ends. And she---" She explained while tears were building up at the side of her eyes, but he just cut her off.
"And having a trip to another city and going to the clubs are part of it? You, stay away from my daughter." He asked her angrily and told me. No way!
"But, Sir, I---" I started, but he just cut me off.
"That's bullsh*t! Samantha Rivers, you are grounded! You're not allowed to have any gadgets, and you are not allowed to leave this house. Is that understood?" He declared, and he doesn't have the right to do that. What the heck is wrong with him?
Then he went near us and grabbed Sammy's arm forcefully.
And me? I just stood there frozen, and clearly, I don't know what to do.
"But, Dad, please!" She begged, and he turned his gaze back to me.
"Leave my daughter alone, or you'll find what you're looking for. You will be messing with the wrong person, Kid." He demanded, and this is not happening. No, it cannot be.
"Please, Dad! Don't do this. I love Claire so much, and I want to be with her. Please, understand." She pleaded, and tears started to stream down her cheeks.
I want to hug her badly right now. Damn, if I could just knock this person out for making you cry.
"Love? Do you know the meaning of that? If this girl loves you, then she'll do everything that will be good for you. And what's good for you? Is to stay away from her. There's no such thing as love. Go home, and if I catch you with my daughter again, I just know how to mess up your mother's little business, Lawrence." He remarked and threatened me. Does he know my mother and me?
"Dad, please! Don't include her family here. Please, let them be!" Sammy begged while crying, and I just stood there while in deep thoughts.
"Then stay away from her. Go to your room, now!" He told her, and he slowly walked near me.
"Red..." She called my name, and she looked so sorry.
"Don't worry, Sammy. I'll do everything so that we'll be together again. I promise that. No matter what happens, I love you." I spoke, and her dad just snickered.
"Do it. And you know what will happen to your family's little sh*t. Do you hear that, Samantha? Just go home, Kid. You're no good for my daughter, and you know that." He spat at me, and I just stood there. I don't know, but I feel like I'm about to explode.
"Do you want me to call the police? Trespassing is what you're doing. Go home." He warned, and I looked at Sammy, who's crying on her nanny's shoulders.
I decided to go, and I don't know what to do anymore.
Tears finally fell from my eyes as I felt my chest tightened, and I started the engine.
I'll get you back, Sammy. I promise that. We will be together again.
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"Claire, what happened?" My mom hurried to me and hugged me tightly as she saw me step inside our house while crying.
She led me to the living room and went to the kitchen to give me a glass of water.
"Her dad found out, and he wants me to stay away from her, or else he'll do something to the restaurant, Mom. What should I do?" I told her, and she put me in her embrace.
As I'm crying my eyes out, my mother is caressing my back to comfort me. I needed to let this out. This feeling is new to me. It's... it hurts so much.
"We'll let everything cool down first, Claire. And I'm so sorry if this is happening to you." She uttered and placed a kiss on my forehead.
Finally, I didn't notice that I slept while crying on my mom's shoulder, and she didn't wake me up.
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"That's bullsh*t, Babe! Do you want me to kick his ass?" Shay blurted out as she kept walking back and forth in front of me.
I am here at her house and asking for some suggestions on what I'd do, and later, we'll go to the club.
"I don't know, Shay. I'm just so f*cked up right now. I can't contact her, and no one from the girls can go to her. Her asshomophobe father also threatened them." I told her, and she's also frustrated with our situation.
"I guess I'm lucky enough that Becky's parents accepted us. But, oh gosh! I'm so sorry, Babe. That man is just pure evil and a jerk." She stated while her hands were on her waist.
And yeah, she met the twins' parents, and they are okay with it. They already accepted the fact that their daughters don't like boys. There are just people who are against their child's relationship with another person. And they just have no idea if they could hurt their children's feelings and if they are unhappy with it.
"It would be okay if you don't want to go to your job, Babe. So that----" She began, but I cut her off.
I'm supposed to be there every night because I have no class, and it has been the start of the holiday break.
"And what? Let me die in my room?" I told her, and she shook her head slowly.
I just don't want to be alone. I'll just go crying my ass out again. And my eyes are still puffy and red right now.
My cousin sighed deeply and went to her bed to sit beside me.
"We'll get through all of this, Babe. I'll do what I can to help you out from this sh*tty situation that you are going through." She uttered and hugged me tightly.
"Thanks, Shay. Let's just get ready." I told her, and I stood up to wash my face, and then later, I'll put on some light make-up.
We reached the club at six, and I still have time to finalize my music mix and set up my things on stage.
Though there are many people here, I still feel so alone and sad.
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I drove home after my shift at the club, and tomorrow, I'll have to be at the resto.
And I parked Nikki in the garage and went inside the house.
"Mom, I'm home," I boomed as I closed the door behind me.
"Claire, you're here." She uttered and went to me from the living room to hug me.
There's something off with her. Is she crying?
"Mom, are you okay? Are you crying?" I asked her, and she let out a deep breath.
Then she led me to the living room, and I saw that there's somebody who was sitting there.
"Claire, umm... We… I..." She started while stuttering and took a deep breath.
"Who is he, Mom? Is he the one who made you cry?" I asked her with anger in my voice.
This a**hole shouldn't make a mess with me, or he won't get out of here alive. He dared to hurt my mother. The f*ck with him! I won't think twice to beat him up right now.
The blonde-haired man stood up from the couch, and he went near us.
"He is your father." My mom spoke, and my mouth hung open in shock.
What?