Dangerous Illusion

Chapter 2

Hitting accepts on my touch screen dash I answer his call and say hello.

"Hey sweetie" I hear my father's dull voice

Rolling my eyes as I hear him call me sweetie I can't help but think what does he want now? Why can't he just be like normal dads calling to check up on his only daughter instead of acting not like his normal self because he wants something? He always does.

"Hi, father" I reply loudly making sure he can hear me over the damn rain.

"Where are you going in this weather Emma?" He askes just as loud.

"Heading to work. You know the thing you do to earn an honest living? Have to pay them bills rights?" I say quietly

"I work Emma" He snaps

"No father. You gamble. That's dirty money. It's always getting you into some kind of trouble" I say sharpy

"Well speaking of something. I need a favor from my beautiful daughter" He says and chuckles softly

I knew it. I knew he has a freaking reason for calling me and it wasn't just to say drive safely in the rain.

"How much this time?" I ask

"Well.t's been added too late for the late fees. I was told it would be around 1k" He says

"1k? As in 1 thousand dollars?!" I screech

I can't help my tone I'm being rude but I honestly don't care anymore, this happens to me all the time. Every time I save just enough for college my father comes in asking for a fudging favor.

"Well I also need things to live Emma like food" He snaps at me

"What happened to the 500 I gave you just last week for things like food father?" I ask

"Oh sweetie, that 500 didn't last me very long"

"Why lost another back," I say snarky

"Fine. Yes. I did. I was so sure that fighter would triple my money but the dude was fighting against knocked him out in the second round" he explained

Like I give a flying cookie sheet!!!

"I can't give you any more money right now father. I have bills of my own to pay and I'm still trying to save for college you know this" I say sadly. I have been trying to save for college for 3 years now.

"But you don't understand-"

I cut him off quickly.

"No. You don't understand. Instead of getting your ass out of those underground fights and having a real job, you waste all my hard-earned money daily. Enough now" I tell him

"Emma please-"

I hang up.

Fuck him. Emma please my ass. I'm tired of this. Tired of working my ass off and for what? What do I have to show for it? My run-down apartment? My stove that hardly works? What?

Throwing my phone on the passenger seat I turn the radio up louder and ignoring the calls coming from my father and drive to work.

I will not give him any more money.