Heaven (Sequel to Stranded) {2}

Chapter 28: Unsure

Chapter 28: Unsure

Eliza's POV

*One Week Later*

"Mom, dad." I said, walking into the living room as they were watching TV. 

"Yes honey?" My mom asked as my dad paused the TV.

"I-I'm not sure I want to go to Westmi-"

"No." My dad cut me off.

"What?" I asked.

"When we agreed to let you go, you promised you would attend for your entire sophomore year. We cannot get our tuition back. You either go or figure out how to pay us thousands of dollars for your tuition." My dad said.

"Why do you not want to go?" My mom asked. I sat down on the chair in the living room and let out a big sigh.

"I'm worried about what it's going to be like going to school with Rob." I admitted.

"Here we go." My dad groaned.

"Andy!" My mom scolded.

"No! I called it! I said you only wanted to go to this fucking school for that boy, and I was right! You followed your hormones and they led you astray. Now you have to deal with it. Why don't you take this school year and learn how to not be a whore." My dad spat.

"ANDY!" My mom shouted. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stood up.

"Fuck you!" I cried, running towards the stairs.

"You're grounded for an extra month!" My dad yelled as I raced up the stairs. I went into my room and slammed the door, collapsing onto the bed. I let sobs overtake my body, screaming and crying into my pillow.

Andy's POV

"You need to apologize to her right fucking now." ShyAnne demanded.

"She's the one who's going back on her promises, she's the one who cursed at me, she's the one who's throwing her fucking body around to any guy that will give her attention!"

"I really don't like who you are right now." ShyAnne hissed, shaking her head as she left the room. I sighed and tossed my head back, tears rolling down my face. Calling my daughter a whore didn't feel good. I don't know why I said it. I wasn't thinking. Now, I've potentially ruined everything.

I stood up and walked into the bedroom where ShyAnne had gone. I opened the door to see her packing a suitcase.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm leaving."

"What?"

"I-I think. I-I don't know." She said, throwing down the shirt she was folding and sitting on the bed, hanging her head. "I-I don't want to leave, but I-I don't want to be around you right now." She said, her voice breaking. I sat down on the opposite side of the bed, tears welling up in my eyes. "Andy, you're the love of my life. You're my husband. You're the father of my children. B-But I don't want to expose my children to someone who will call them names."

"I regretted saying that the moment it left my mouth. I-I didn't mean it."

"You need to go tell that to your daughter."

"I will, but I need to fix this first." I said, placing my hand on her back. She shook my hand off.

"Andy, your daughter is a teenager. She's going to make mistakes. She's going to change her mind. She's going to have moments where she lets her hormones take control. She's not perfect. It's our job to give her grace and teach her the correct thing to do. To forgive her mistakes. Not to call her names or put her down." She said, turning to look at me.

"I know." I said quietly.

"What is with you lately. You're aggressive and mean. This is not the Andy I know. This-this is not my husband."

"I-I don't know. This whole Eliza losing her virginity thing has really fucked me up. I-I don't recognize myself. I-I don't like who I am right now. I don't know if it makes it worse that it's Lennon of all people. On the tour bus! I mean, what the fuck?"

"Andy, why is it bothering you so much?"

"She's growing up, Shy. She's my baby girl. I-I'm not ready for all of these big life changes." I said, shaking my head.

"Andy, she's growing into a woman. It's inevitable. You don't have to like it, but you can't stop it. You definitely can't take your feelings out on her. Being 15 is hard enough without your dad constantly yelling at you and putting you down. You're going to damage your relationship with her."

"I know, I know." I sighed. "I-I want to be better. I-I do."

"Start with apologizing to her. No name calling, no putting her down, no putting her under your thumb. A sincere apology."

"What do we do about her wanting to switch schools?"

"I was totally on your side in the beginning. She promised she would see it through. It's important that we teach her the importance of promises and seeing things through. We don't let her change her mind."

"Okay." I said, nodding. "Are you still leaving?"

"No." She said with a small smile. "But you're on thin ice, Biersack. I need to see a change, or I will leave."

"Got it." I said, nodding and leaned over to kiss her. She kissed me back and then I stood up. I left the room and went upstairs. I came up to Eliza's door and knocked. No answer. I opened the door and walked in quietly. Eliza turned to look at me. Her face was red and puffy and she had tear streaks running down her face.

"Get out." She said, quietly and coldly.

"I want to talk." I said, closing the door behind me. I sat on the edge of her bed and took a deep breath. "I want to apologize." She let her head drop back into her pillow and I took another deep breath. "I'm sorry for what I said. I' m sorry for calling you a whore. I'm sorry for all of the mistakes I've made lately. For how I've treated you. I've been a horrible father and I'm sorry. I've been overcontrolling, and mean, and crazy and I'm sorry. I'm sorry Eliza." I said, my voice cracking.

"Why?" She asked. I could hear the tears in her voice. "Why have you been acting like this lately?"

"I'm scared, Eliza. You're growing up and it scares me. You're making adult decisions. Y-You're growing up so fast and I'm terrified. I'm worried about you making the wrong decision. I'm worried that I'm running out of time to teach you. I'm going to blink and you'll be in college and I-I won't be able to save you anymore."

"Dad, you need to trust me." She said, sitting up and turning to look at me.

"I know, it's just so hard. You're my first baby girl, this is all new and it's fucking terrifying. I'm trying to adjust, but it's all happening faster than I can adjust. I promise I'm trying. The amount I'm trying isn't good or fast enough, so I promise that I will be better. I love you Eliza. Please forgive me."

"I love you too dad. I forgive you." She said. I leaned over and hugged her, feeling her arms wrap around me. I let go and took a deep breath. 

"You still have to go to Westminster. You made a promise and you're going to see it through."

"I understand." She said, nodding.

"Do you want to go get some ice cream?"

"Dad, I'm not 5." She laughed. "I-I do want some ice cream." She said, causing me to laugh.

"Let's go." I said, standing up.

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