7

" Ariel..." I heard dad's voice this time. I know I'm good as dead. I quickly slip on my pajamas bottoms with a t-shirt and rush downstairs.

" Dad."

" What's this? Chatting with your boyfriend?" Mom asks, glaring at me and showing me the screen of my phone. Even if I really can't clearly see the writings on my phone , I know what she's talking about.

" What did we tell you about discipline?" Dad roars.

" I.. it's not what you think." I stutter.

" It's not what we think? What do you want us to think? That last night you went out to party , then you got drunk and you drove home with a total stranger and you slept with him . Ariel you