Dirty Me/Sit up and cry, because you hurt too

From Create Your Own Story

"Ouch!" You cry out, your face feeling like it was hit with a board, which is pretty close to the truth since your floor is made of wood.

You start crying as you throb in pain.

You dad moves his hand away from his eye and pulls you up into his lap, wrapping his arms around you.

"Shh. It is ok. You will be fine."

His words, words he has used since you were a little girl, help calm you as your cries fade into sniffles, and your sniffles eventually stop completely.

What am I doing, crying like this? You think to yourself. I am 18. This is stupid for me to cry like a little girl.

With that, your pain subsides as you instead find yourself focusing on something else. Embarrassment.

"Sorry," you mumble into your dad's chest. "I am still sleepy. I have no idea why I did that."

He pats you on the head. Ugh. Now he is treating you like a little girl again. Dammit.

"It is ok," he whispers, before standing you up.

"It is time for us to leave. Your mom is waiting for us in the car.

After your embarrassing outburst, you don't even bother trying to argue.

Grabbing your phone, you head out to the car.

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