I've decided to upload a second chapter to this story. Caroline comes home to a confrontation with a very angry Mike. Let me know what you think:-)
Mike hunched over in his seat, and tapped his feet in frustration. He glanced down at his watch. Five-past-two it read.
Shit, where the hell is she? He thought irately, as he took another swig of scotch from his glass.
His eyes widened, as he heard the sound of the front door of his apartment close.
He got out of his seat, and treaded into the next room. He spotted Caroline starting to make her way down the hallway to her bedroom. He stood with his hands on his hips.
"Where the fuck have you been?!" he demanded angrily, his voice in a low growl.
She turned around slowly to face her father. She noticed the glassy sternness in his steel-blue eyes, and the depressed lines in his face.
She scoffed. "I went out," she replied coolly, not caring about what he had to say. She then continued to walk down the hallway.
Mike followed her briskly from behind, and placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "No, you look at me!" he pressed, his expression angry. "You tell me where you have been."
She glanced up at him. "I told you, I went out. Shana and me went to the mall, and then we went and got milkshakes," she explained to him slowly and calmly.
Mike folded his arms. He didn't believe her.
"Then where did you go?" he asked firmly.
She then broke down in a fit of giggles, finding it all very amusing.
"That's all. We didn't go anywhere after that," she answered simply.
"So, you decide to stay out late with a friend without even calling me? That's not very responsible of you." He gestured broadly with his hands. He glared down at her, his stance intimidating. "I was sitting here frantic, thinking that something awful had happened to you. Your phone was turned off, there was no way I could reach you, I contacted Lieutenant Van Burren..."
And that's when he noticed the blackness over her eyes. He looked closer. Her pupils were dilated.
"Have you been doing drugs?" he inquired sternly.
"What? No, of course not," she answered with an elated expression spread across her face. She stifled another bout of laughter.
He cupped her face in his hand, and made her look up at him, to get a closer look at her eyes.
"Don't you think for a second that you can get away with lying to me," he scolded.
She pushed him away from him. "Don't tell me what to do you bastard!" she shrieked angrily, her mood suddenly changing.
She stood back, made a fist with her hand, and took a swinging punch at his nose.
"You little shit!" he retorted. He quickly held his hand over his bleeding nose.
She kicked him in the shin, before dashing towards the front door.
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