"The Ice Cream Truck"

Chapter 4

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Adrianna's P.O.V.

After talking for hours at the empty diner, a short gal comes our way to our table.

''Hello there, we will be closing in about ten minutes folks.''

''We'll be out of here, thanks.'' Niall says as she walks away.

I take a look on my phone to find many missed calls from my mom and critical messages from my father. 

''Sorry Niall, I have to go now.''

''Is something wrong?" he asks, as we leave the restaurant.

''It's my parents. They're pissed.''

''What for?"

''Never mind.'' I sigh. 

If only he knew what hell they put me through. constant lectures, my dad is a fucking drunk. 

'You're sure you're okay?"

he looks at me with his sympathetic eyes.

''Yeah I'm fine. Thanks for tonight.''

''And, that corny letter.'' I add.

''Yeah it was fun.'' he pulls into my drive way.

''And writing that letter.'' He giggles.

''Okay you dork." I smile while playfully punching him.

''I'll see you again. Wait for the ice cream truck.'' he smiles with a smirk.

I roll my eyes and he leans in and sweetly kisses me.

It was the best dream I've had, but real.

Sadly the dream ends and next thing I see is my dad. 

He comes rushing out of the house, with that same killer look he gets when drunk. 

He comes running to Niall's car and gives me the most horrifying look. 

''What in the hell did you think you were doing!?" I quickly get out of the car.

''Dad, please. let me explain!" I shout desperately in an attempt to save myself.

''I saw what you were doing! Making out with some boy you slutt!"

Oh no. 

Then Niall makes way out of his car, I assume to defend me.

"Sir, she wasn't doing anything wrong."

''It's past ten and I will not have a slut for a daughter!"

''But dad-''

''Her friend ditched her and I gave her a ride, so that she didn't have to walk.'' Niall interrupts.

''Go! Leave!" my father screams at him.

''I'll see you later!" Niall shouts and quickly jumps into his car.

''No you won't!" my father shouts as Niall leaves our street, then turns around to face me.

''Father, I'm sorry but-''

He angrily slaps me across my cheek.

''You're a disappointment! When are you going to grow up and act more responsible!"

''Dad! I'm almost 18! I'm trying to grow up but you never let me!" 

I shout with a cry.

He's the one who needs to grow up and be more responsible.