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Amelia's pov

"Are you mad at me?" I winced as we came to a screeching halt on the driveway to the house. Dad glared at me and opens the door, getting out without a word.

Growing frustrated at his silence, I grasp the bag and throw the strap over my shoulder while stepping out of the vehicle. "You know I am not to be blamed for this! I wasn't the one who threw the water. Can you believe that Dayna didn't even receive punishment too-

I stopped abruptly when dad whipped around. Shit. He's really mad.

"You should have told me you were being bullied!" He snapped, turning back around to continue his path to the door.

I followed after him and let out a snort. "Bullied? I don't consider this bullying when I can handle myself! You should have seen her face-

I bit my tongue when dad sent me a sharp stare that told me to not dare finish my words. I smiled sheepishly and followed after him into the house.

"Look, I am okay. I handled it." I sighed, throwing the bag on the couch. He plops down on t