Page 13 of Being Julia

“Get the fuck out of my house,” my dad yelled as he grabbed Brody’s clothes and threw them at him.

My mom grabbed my dad and made him go downstairs.

“Julia, get dressed right now,” she yelled. “Brody, you need to leave this second before I throw you out, dressed or not.”

Brody looked at me as he walked out of my bedroom. “I’ll call you later,” he said as he shut the door.

I was shaking so badly that I couldn’t stand up. Every time I did, I’d fall back down on the bed. I felt sick, and I wanted to throw up. My parents caught me having sex.

What the hell was I going to do? I couldn’t face them, especially my dad. He was going to murder me, and as of right now, my life, as I knew it, was over. I struggled to put on my skirt and shirt when I heard my dad screaming my name from downstairs. I ran to the bathroom to throw up.When I was finished, I walked downstairs and into the living room where my parents were. My dad was at the bar, kicking back a glass of scotch, while my mom sat on the couch with her face buried in her hands. My dad slammed his glass down on the bar and pointed his finger at me.

“You. You are in serious trouble, young lady. What the hell were you thinking?” he yelled.

“Connor, calm down. Julia, come sit next to me,” my mom said.

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Ellery. What the hell is the matter with you? We walk in our sixteen-year-old daughter having sex, and you tell me to calm down? We have a serious problem if you think this is okay.”

I could see my mom’s eyes burning into my dad as she stared at him. I’d never seen him so angry before, and he scared me. He stared at me and shook his head.

“I am so disappointed and disgusted that I can’t even look at you.”

The tears I tried to hold back started streaming down my face as the person I loved most looked at me with shame.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I cried.

“Sorry? You’re sorry? Sorry for what, Julia? That you got caught?”

I started to sob as my mom put her arm around me and pulled me into her.

He walked to the couch and stood over me. “You’re grounded for the rest of your life. Denny will drive you and pick you up from school every day. You will not see any of your friends, including London, and I’m shutting off your phone and taking your computer away. Consider yourself a prisoner in this house.”

“But, Daddy,” I sobbed as I looked at him.

“NO BUTS! You’re grounded!” he screamed.

I got up from the couch and stood in front of him. My breathing was rapid, and a fire was burning fiercely inside me.

“I hate you,” I softly spoke.

My dad looked away from me as I saw the tears in his eyes. I turned and looked at my mom sitting there, crying.

“Thanks for your support, Mom. It’s something I’ll never forget,” I said as I ran upstairs to my room and slammed the door shut.

I threw myself on my bed and sobbed. My dad came into my room and took my laptop from my desk.

“Give me your phone, Julia,” he demanded.

I took it from the bed and threw it against the wall as hard as I could. Needless to say, it broke. He walked out of my room, and before shutting the door, he said, “Don’t come out of here for the rest of the day.”

I got up from my bed and slammed my fists against the door. I paced back and forth across the floor before I fell to my knees and continued to sob. After a while, I heard the door open and then softly close.

“Julia, are you okay?” Collin asked.

“I hate them both,” I sobbed.

He put his arm around me and helped me off the floor. “You don’t mean that. You’re just upset right now.”

“I do mean it, Collin. You should have seen him and the look in his eyes. They were filled with rage and disgust. I thought he was going to kill me.”

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