Faking It || l.r.h

20. Tutor

*Avery's POV*

After Luke left, I went to the kitchen to find something to make for dinner.

My dad ruined the perfect moment. Luke was telling me how to react to the things Ashton could possibly do and he was touching me and it felt so good. If he hadn't come home when he did, who knows where it would've led. Another accidental kiss could've came from it followed by my broken heart because Luke would repeatedly say it was a mistake and he didn't mean to do it. I know he doesn't like me the way that I like him but I can't help what I feel.

My dad calling my name brought me out of my thoughts.

"Avery!"

"Y-yes, sir?" I left the kitchen to go closer to where he was.

"I called in some dinner for myself. Just go pick it up." He ordered.

How nice of him to get me food too. "Okay."

I grabbed my house key and phone and tucked them in my pocket before walking outside and mounted my back.

I rode to this chicken place he likes to eat at and waited for his order. Once it was ready, I tied the bag and put it in the basket on the front of my bike before heading home.

When I arrived, I set my bike up against the house and went inside to give him his food. He was in his usual seat when I went into the living room so I just sat it on the tray and was about to head up to my room before he stopped me.

"Avery," he said, standing up, "I never got on you about having some strange boy in my house."

I slowly turned to face him. "I-I'm sorry, dad. W-we were just-"

"Do you know what they call girls that sneak boys into houses?" He asked.

"I didn't sneak-"

"Do you know what they call girls that sneak boys into houses?" He repeated, his tone being a bit harsher this time.

"N-no." I shook my head.

"A slut." He stepped towards me and I crept back. "Sluts sneak boys into their house."

"We were just studying, I swear. Nothing happened between us. And me bringing him here doesn't make me a slut." I raised my voice a little at the end and instantly regretted it.

He grabbed my arm and slung me across the room. My already-bruised shoulder hit the edge of the wall and I yelped in pain.

"Did you just raise your voice at me?" He asked angrily.

"N-no." I shook my head and tried to scoot away from him. My attempt failed and he grabbed my hair, causing me to cry out.

"So you're lying to me now?"

"I-I didn't mean t-to." I cried. "I'm sorry."

"So let's try this again. You snuck a boy into my house. What does that make you?" He asked, pulling my hair even more.

"A slut." I said.

"Right, a slut." He let go and I collapsed on the floor. "Now get out of my sight you filthy animal."

I did as he said and got to my feet as quickly as I could and went up to my room. I closed the door and threw myself onto my bed and cried.

Why was I crying this time? Was it because my dad just hurt me? Or maybe because I really enjoyed the moment Luke and I shared earlier but I know I'll never be more than a friend to him. Maybe I'm crying because of how my life is going right now and how much it sucks.