My Rules

Torrance's POV

I apparated back to Parker's house the next morning around 9 am, still drunk. I don't care what the hell he says to me. I stumbled inside, after being awake for more than 24 hours and drunk on top of that I was pissed at Parker.

I stomped into the living room where he was at, he looked pissed. I was never allowed out of the house past 11 pm. Well, not anymore. I refuse to be treated like a child any longer.

I stopped in front of Parker. "We need to talk."

He stood up and looked me in the eyes. "What do you want you drunk little slut?"

That hurt me bad. I felt the tears well up in my eyes. "I am NOT a slut, Parker. I need some time away from you, I was hurting and you wouldn't leave me alone."

He shrugged. "I don't have to leave you alone."

"That's why I went out." I clenched my fists. "I refuse to be your puppet from now on. I will not be told what I can or cannot do. I will go out when I want and come back when I want. If I want to go to work then I will. You ARE NOT my daddy. I will not be treated like your child. Got it?" I crossed my arms and waited.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "That better be the liquor talking."

"No, Parker. It's not. I'm serious this time." When he got right in my face, I backed away. He's never hit me but I wouldn't put it past him to do so.

"We'll just see how you feel when you're sober. Now, go take a shower and get some sleep. You smell like alcohol and mens cologne. I don't even want to think about what you've been doing all night." He turned and walked out the front door.

The tears began falling before I reached the stairs. I went upstairs and took a shower, then layed down in bed crying myself to sleep.