Genevieve to most, Viv to less, and Evie to only a special few. And one of those special few was standing in front of her, telling her to stay here, even longer. "Dad. Please," Viv stood, putting up a hand to stop him. "I don't need to stay here. I'm an adult, I've got pepper spray in my car, my purse, and at least 3 more you gave me, that I've just hidden around my apartment." He stopped her, "I know, but circumstances have changed, this is for the best. I've called someone in, Evie." This stopped her, "Dad, you're not fucking serious. I'm not twelve, I don't need a bodyguard." Viv stood, standing just an inch shorter than her father. As she stood, her father turned and left, "It's non-negotiable, Evie." Viv sat back, hating the name he called more than usual. She was 28, why did he need to protect her like this.
August 23rd, 2018 at 04:43am