While the idea of rebelling so blatantly thrills that newly awakened sense of feminine independence inside me, I'd be lying if I said a tiny part of me doesn't still crave my dad's approval and respect on some level. He may be an emotional vacuüm of a parent, but he's also the only real family I have left thanks to my mom's abandonment.
"Okay, say my dear old dad does somehow get hip to my s****l awakening before skipping town for half a year..." I begin, worrying my lower lip thoughtfully between my teeth. "What fresh hell do you think his orthodox reaction might look like? Are we talking strict new curfews or legit lockdown militant territory?"
Zoe considers this for a moment, absently playing with a strand of her messy blonde waves. "Well based on my own experience having authority fi
