The entire drive back home was a silent one, and filled with an awkwardness. We talked some while searching for clothes but it was all blocked from mothers shock of the scene I made in there. One of her biggest pet peeves is girls cussing, and I can imagine how big of a shock it was to hear the things that came out of my mouth. I usually would just replace cuss words with ice cream flavors or bite my tongue before anything came out. I remember when I was little and my mom would give me a weekly allowance, and every time I'd say a curse word I'd have to put a dollar in the jar that sat on the kitchen table, I still do most of the time. I try to replay what happened, but like what mostly happens when I do something when I'm mad, I can't hardly rennet anything I said or done. My father says that's a good thing for being a fighter, to be able to get your adrenaline so high that you hardly feel what's going through you and you only have one thought, and that's the opponent your up against. He's been teaching me how to keep that motivation but also keep track of what's going on around me. Because let's face it, being a street fighter is a dangerous job and you have to keep track of your surroundings at all times. We pull into out driveway to find dads at already sitting there, along with a corvette beside it. Both are all black and I get a little jumpy inside when I see the other car. It's a rarity for dad to bring someone else for my training, and when he does it's usually for me to fight them to see where I'm at. Me knowing how good I am and if I'm ready to street fight is a big priority of mine, along with school." Who's that?"

I shrug and say," Probably one of dads friends."

She parks the car into the garage and I'm first to hop out, as she unlocks the trunk showing all the bags we have. I hear deep voices and chuckles coming from the porch and turn to see dad with a big dude soon following behind him." Where did all you all go? The grocery store?" The dude jokes and a small smile forms on my dads face until he sees me, then it drops faster than a butt when drop it like its hot comes on.

His eyes wander over my outfit, as a grown slightly appears in his face." Oh! I see you see her new outfit! I picked it out. Don't you think it's beautiful on her?" My moms voice pulls my dad out of his trance and he glances at her before looking at my outfit again, but mostly my legs.

"It's different..." Is all he manages to say, his hatred for the outfit clear in his blocked time." There's more skin showing then usual...... That may cause attention I don't necessarily like."

I roll my eyes and grab a bunch of the bags out of the trunk and begin to waddle/walk to the front door. Mom grabs two bags before running I front of me and unlocking the front door, so I can get to my room." Lets just put them all in my room." I tell her before jumping up my stairs, while trying to keep my bags balanced and on my arms at the same time. Maybe I should start doing this more often, the burn in my biceps and forearms seem to make it a good workout. I sit all the bags down and mom sets hers down also beside mine, and dad and his friend come up the stairs carrying some as well.

"I don't see how girls can buy this much stuff." Dads friend grumbles and I take this time to fully inspect him. His hair is a sandy blonde color, that is cut down to as short it can go in the sides and back, with a little crowed out on the top which is spiked up to perfection. His shoulders are broad and seem to hardly fit into the underarm or shirt he's wearing, and he stands about the same height as my dad but a little bit shorter.

I sniff the air causing everyone's attention to turn to me and I squint at the guy before making a show of sniffing the air surrounding me again." What's that? Leather.... Sweat... Fancy cologne?..." I come up to the guy and sniff his arm." I smell a jock in my territory." His blue eyes look from my mom and dad, wanting to know the best reaction to make, and he freezes when mom and dad start to laugh.

"Who says this is your territory? I thought it was your moms house?" He says with a smile down at me, which he doesn't have to look that much down considering he's just a little bit taller than me.

"The fresh puddle of pee you're currently standing in. Also.... Watch where you sit on the couch or any of our furniture to be exact."

He jumps out of the place he was standing with a small little help and I smile in victory as I step away from him and go to my bags.

"She's just fucking with you man." I hear my dad say to the man, amusement clear in his voice.

He must've froze when he realized he cussed in front of mom because I hear her let out a sigh and say," No, go ahead cuss in front of her. She said some very inappropriate things today. In public to! I'd make her put some money in the cussing jar, if I actually knew how many she said and if she had that amount of money."

"What? What kind of inappropriate things?" Dad asks and I turn to see him looking at my bare legs suspiciously." It better not have to do with any boys."

He squints at me under his cold gaze and u squint right back, while his friend tries to not look awkward in this situation. Hint: He's failing badly.

"Oh it does." My mom says smoothly and dads nostrils flare.

"Finish the rest of it mom."

She folds her arms and goes on." We were at the mall, and it was all going fine until these three boys came in. Asher was trying on some sports bras and stuff, so naturally as boys they got interested. They started flirting with your and she said something bad things back to them." I nearly groan at how she's wording this. She doesn't know that dad is taking this all in a sexual way and that it's making him more mad than he would be if he knew the word for word summary. He'd probably actually be proud if she'd just stop saying it like that." They followed us to Hollister and began to help Asher find some clothes. She tried some jeans on in the middle of the store and then went to the shirts." Dads eyes nearly pop out at that and I scowl at mom then. The fuck? I suddenly believe she's doing this on purpose." So they follow us again, and one little boy apparently said something nasty. Then she dropped the bomb! Horrendous things staring flying out of her mouth that I'd never heard a girl say before. The whole mall set there and listened as she screamed out threw herself everywhere. She stared talking about sex and tapping stuff. It's was bad!"

I glance at dad to see him breathing like a bull ready to attack, and I begin to believe that if rather a bull attack me then what my dad might throw." Wait! Mom didn't word it good enough! And she might not hear it the way you are but I definitely see it how you see it. And before you go crazy-" I'm cut off by dad begging to walk my way and I don't pause before running out of his reach and down the stairs, to the front yard. Where I then hop onto his car and leap onto the basket ball goal, and climb my way up until I'm sitting inside of the rim.

"Asher. Down. Here. Right. Fucking. Now."

I look down to see him just below me and set up some when I remember dad can dunk and could easily reach me up here." No. Not until you hear my side of the story." My voice wavers a little but I keep my face calm and unreadable. He scowls and I begin before he can even start." Moms right. It is all because of those boys but it's also different than how she put it. Yes, they saw me in just a sports bra and leggings and that made them come my way and start flirting. They were act silly flirting with mom until they found out that she was my mom. One asked' did it hurt?' To you know start that falling from heaven stuff that every guy now uses but thinks it's original and smooth. I got mad. Not turned on like you probably think and said 'no but I did scrape my knees a little when I crawled out of the pits'. I left the store but they followed me anyways. They introduced theirselves and began to watch me hunt for clothes. Yes I tried them on in the middle of the store because the dressing room was full. But I kept my shorts on the entire time. One told me that he thought it would be better if I took my shorts off to see if they fit properly. I got mad and said something- I really don't remember. They all began to search for me some jeans and would see if the length of the legs could fit with my actual legs. After that we went to the shirt. I said something mean and one was like 'I like girls feisty' and he explained that he liked them like that because they were rough in bed. I once again got upset and grabbed mom and went to the counter. She paid for the stuff and we left. Still they fucking followed! Gage- the blonde one was all like,' I like the view from behind because it gives me something to look at in the mall'. That's when I blew up. I started yelling to the top of my lungs how I didn't want them around me and I wasn't going to have sex with them. And how I'm not like other girls and want to bang airheads jocks just for the popularity. I said more but honestly I was so mad that I don't remember half of what happened or what was said." I then drop onto the ground in front of my dad, who's gone still from my rant." And they were no dirty talking in any way, and nothing intimate was done. You thought wrong!" I point my pointer finger in his face then give him a slight push." Don't say shit else to me, I'm out!" I give him another hard push, which moves him a couple steps back and I stomp off back into the house and up to my room before slamming the door shut and jumping into my pillow. Have you ever been so angry that tears started to form and began to roll out of your eyes? Well that's exactly what's happening to me. I let out a yell and punch the wall, not caring that it caused it to dent in some and tiny cracks to form around the impact. Pain shoots through my fingers, up my wrist and through my arm from the impact and I let some tears fall for that to, before swiping them away with the back of my hand and letting new ones form. I scowl at the ceiling as the raging fire leaks out with the pain of my knuckles and tears on my cheeks. I should probably do this more often. A low knock on the door sends my head whipping to the door, and my hands to tighten into fists.

I hear it again and I can imagine who ever is behind that door to be hunkered down, leaning against the wall as they slowly knock on the door with one knuckle." Asher?" My dads voice calls out through the wooden door being slightly muffled, but no doubt him. "Is that you in there?"

"No I'm a fucking rapist in a Jason mask." I say back sarcastically back and roll away away from the door, so my back is facing the door. Maybe if I ignore him long enough, he'll go away.

"Okay I get that you're upset but you don't have to use slim shady quotes on me. Come on, unlock the door." His voice fills with amusement but the low echo of his regret still coats his words.

"No. Go away."

"Asher, understand who you got your stubbornness from. Meaning I'm not going to leave and considering your the one who got the gene second handed then that's means your going to cave first. So just let me in."

"That makes no sense. And go away, i'm doing my homework." I lie and pull my covers over my head, before resting my head on the new pillows I recently put on here. I'm ingle of those people who have thousands of pillows on their bed and they have to move about a thousand just to be able to sit down on it. I like it that way though. Gives me a lot of options for when I'm having one of those restless nights.

"It makes enough sense for you to understand it... And we both know your lying about the homework. I know my little girl enough to know that she would drop dead before not finishing her homework to go shopping." I can practically imagine him smile when he said little girl, and the image makes a small one form on my face as well. What can I say? I'm daddy's little girl, and this stuff is what really gets a reaction out of me.

"Did you just steal the comeback from the zoo keeper?"

"Maybe.... I was hoping you wouldn't notice... But will you please open this door?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please..... I'll sing the song for you.."

My face automatically brightens up then but I mask it by mumbling," Maybe."

He lets out a huff of air before grumbling,"Fine." I hear him take a couple steps back before he starts to sing." breaking down, gonna start from scratch

Shake it off like an Etch-A-Sketch

My lips are saying goodbye

My eyes are finally dry

I'm not the way that I used to be

I took the record off repeat

You killed me, but I survived

And now I'm coming alive

I'll never be that girl again, no oh oh

I'll never be that girl again, no oh oh

My innocence is wearing thin

But my heart is growing strong

So call me, call me, call me

Miss movin' on, oh oh oh

Miss movin' on, oh oh oh, yeah."

I smile and begin to sing along with him."I broke the glass that surrounded me (Surrounded me)

I ain't the way you remember me (Remember me)

I was such a good girl

So fragile, but no more.

I jumped the fence to the other side (The other side)

My whole world was electrified (Electrified)

Now I'm no longer afraid

It's Independence Day (Independence Day)

I'll never be that girl again, no oh oh

I'll never be that girl again, no oh oh

My innocence is wearing thin

But my heart is growing strong

So call me, call me, call me

Miss movin' on

Everything is changing and I never wanna go back to the way it was

(The way it was)

I'm finding who I am and who I am from here on out is gonna be enough

(Gonna be enough) It's gonna be enough

I'll never be that girl again, no oh oh

I'll never be that girl again, oh oh oh

My innocence is wearing thin

But my heart is growing strong

So call me, call me, call me

Miss movin' on (on) oh oh oh

Miss movin' on (On and on and on and on and on) oh oh oh

Miss movin' on (on and on and on and on) oh oh oh

(On and on and on and on) Miss movin' on, oh oh oh (Hey yeah)

I'm movin' on."

He lets out a sigh and asks," Will you let me in now? Please?"

"Nope." I say with a smile, popping the 'p'.

"Oh Asher. C'mon. Let me-" The door knob jingles and the door opens under his weight." Wait...."

I smirk still facing the wall and say," It was never locked Einstein."

He lets out a grunt but closes the door back and I hear his footsteps approach me, but stop right behind me. I wait for him to tell me to get up so we can go train, but no words come out of him. The only sound being a thump that I realize is shoes hitting the floor, before he lifts my blanket and crawls into them with me." That wasn't nice." Is all he says before turning me around so I'm facing him and he slides me into his chest, embracing me." I'm sorry." He mummers and pats my back, as he holds me into the hug.

"You've said that already." I mumble into his shirt and he gives me a small kiss in the forehead.

"I know. And I'm going to keep saying it until you say I'm forgiven. He lets go of me but I stay snuggled up to him and he gets a strand out of my hair before going on."

I know it was an over reaction and I now see how what I was hearing wasn't like you at all. It's just the things I was imagining, those boys saying anything tiger under your skin or make you say and do things you don't want to. It made me lose a part of my cool because I don't want that to happen to you. Your to precious to me, your my little girl and just thinking about that stuff makes me crazy. Then I saw the outfit you wearing and knew that it'd catch those types of boys attention, and I honestly don't want those types of boys around you."

"Yeah but it hurts that you believed that I was a whore for a while dad. I was mad at mom for wording it like that but mostly mad at you because how I had to climb onto a basket ball goal just to be able to explain it all to you. Your... Your eyes were stone cold and you looked at me as if you wanted to fucking murder me. And it didn't help the fact that I was innocent."

"I understand Asher. But one day you'll understand when you become a parent and you fear that your children have ruined their reputation or have gotten a bad name for themselves. It's the most terrifying feeling in the world."

"Who says I'm going to be a parent one day?"

"Me because I'm not going to let the future generation suffer because my awesome genes haven't been passed down onto someone that they get to behold with their own eyes...."

I roll my eyes, but stay silent as we lay in my bed. My eyes begin to close when dad decides to poke me repeatedly on the nose. I force my eyes back open to see his eyes also beginning to shut." Maybe we can skip tonight's session and just take a nap tonight. What do you say?"

I nod a little smile forming on my face as dad wraps his arms back around me, making me feel safe once again." I like that idea."

"Well good because we were going to anyways even if you didn't agree..." My smile gets bigger and I feel his chin lay on the top of my head before the blanket covers us to our necks." Goodnight Asher. Love you."

"Love you too dad. And have sweet dreams."

"Only if I dream about my princess." And with that we both drift off into our own dreams.