The Light (A James Yammouni Fan Fiction)

Lecture

I am brought out of thought when someone grabs my wrists and pulls me behind them.
When I look at him face I see Beau has me in a protected stance.
"What is going on?" I have managed to come back to the present just as everything seems to turn to chaos.
As everyone's eyes fall on me I look down at my shoes and lick my bottom lip, still swollen from the kiss.

"You are deaf! I said this is not happening!" Beau yells in my face making me cringe slightly.
"Don't you yell at her!" James yells while pointing his finger accusingly at Beau.
Beau glares at him and then starts to pull me out of the room. Something I wasn't going to do. I stopped in my tracks and although he tried he wouldn't be able to get me out of my stubborn state.

"Let's go now!" I huff and yank my wrist from his grasp, rubbing it slightly to get rid of the redness.
"Okay firstly what is going on here? And secondly there are way to many fucking guys in my daughters room!" Oh no.
My dad walked in eyeing the situation, guess Trump lost his interest. Before I can answer Beau beats me to it.
"We were just leaving mate. Came to get James for a video." He clasps my dad on the back and walks out of the room.
James turns to follow him when I grab his bicep and plead with my eyes for him to stay and leave me alone. He signs and turns to me.
"I'll see you later?" His words come out more as a question then a parting.
I nod, feeling my dads glare on him the entire time. He nods at him as he leaves the room and with a bang of the door. I am alone with my dad.
******
Five minutes.
Of nothing.
It's as if I have a really interesting pimple on my forehead that my dad seems to be interested in.
Clearing my throat I break the silence.
"Dad?"
He grunts and looks me in the eye while crossing his arms and leaning against my bed frame.
"Do I have a pimple? You keep staring at me and if it's that bad I would like to know"
He chuckles and shakes his head, sitting on my bed besides me he wraps me in his arms and holds me tight.
"Baby girl, why was that idiot yelling?" He mumbles into my hair.
"Dad, can't breathe..and it was nothing."
He releases me and cocks an eyebrow in my direction.
"Okay, fine.. James is a nice guy right? I mean it's just he kissed m-"
My fathers eyebrows shoot up as he stand up and starts to pace.
"He did what?!" His fist are now clenching and unclenching.
My dad has always been there for me. He knew basically everything about me, my dad was my best friend. Don't get me wrong, mums great and all but my dad was always the fun one. The one who you could paint his nails when you were six and he would wear it until it chipped to make you happy. He was the dad everyone should dream of but now I felt as though, my dad, the one who I spent most of my time with, was going to burst.

"Please don't explode. After I'll get radiation and I don't want to get that it apparently is not a happy deat-"
He laughs and then goes into the hallway and does something I never thong he would do. He lost it. He punched the friggin wall.

I grab his arm and pull him back into the room and onto the bed.
"Daddy it's okay it wasn't a big deal"
He listened and then sighs. " I wasn't there for you the first time and I don't even know if you're going to let me this time.. But sometimes I wish you were 4 again" he smiles and that's when I know he's okay.
***
Next morning, after pulling an all nighter watching Harry Potter with dad, school called me up and said were closed.
Well, something like that anyway. School was closed because apparently teachers need to talk to each other to determine how they will torture us next. Oh we'll help me today.

Walking downstairs, I could already smell the pancakes being made as I stepped into the kitchen. A smile on my face.
"Hey pumpkin"
Every time he addressed me it was a different name so I think my actual name jumped out he window.
"Hi dad, no school today, sooooooo..........."
"Soooooooo.......... What? You want me to give you money and watch you spend it somewhere besides the mall where you probably should be like normal people on their day off."
I shrug and then grab a pancake and dumping syrup on them.
"I'm not giving you money. I am going to take you to work with me again"
He smirks, oh that sly... Perfect man who gave me life.
He knew what he was doing and he knew I would say no and he knew it was going to be awkward, but yet here I was ten minutes later being shoved out the door.
"No I won't go!" I scream holding onto the door post, my dad trying to shove me out of the door.
He sighs.
"Who's easy for Boston the whole day?!!!!!" Boston exclaims as she walks closer and then eyeing the situation raises an eyebrow.
Due to her announcement I was distracted and my dad took the opportunity to push me out of the house. Grunting and trying to find my footing again, but Boston latches onto my other arm and pulls me until she asks the million dollar question.
"Um.. Why are we pushing you out of the house?"
I face palm myself and laugh so loud I doubled over, clutching my stomach.
"I am taking you guys to work with me"
She eyes my father before dashing to the door, only reaching the door post when he yanks her back.
"I won't go!!!"
"If you girls come with me, I'll buy you ice cream and pizza for lunch"
Boston face lit up and my interest was peeked.
*********
"Why do I regret doing this?" My dad groaned as he clutched the steering wheel tighter.
For the past ten minutes Boston has been jumping up and down singing to the radio in a horrible tone, sounding like a dying chicken.
I laugh and kiss him on the cheek as he parts in front of the studio. I take a shaky breath. I guess it's too late now, whatever I'm going to face I might as well face it, and get it over with.
I hope out of the car, Boston hot on my heels still singing Electric Love by BORNS. I take another shaky breath, waiting for my dad, I can already feel the anxiety moving through my finger legs and the urge to shake becoming more and more prominent.
Grabbing my arms Boston gives me a reassuring smile, since last night I texted her everything that happened. She tugs me lightly to the door and I step through awaiting something to happen but it is dead quiet in the studio. Strange. Very strange.