Chapter 4: My bestfriend's daughter 2

Evans

I open the door and see my Barry standing there after the loud knocks.

“Hey, you're still awake,” I said to him,

“Yes man, I wanted to get some milk to help me sleep but then I heard Amelia's phone ring from your room.”

“Amelia's ringtone?” I asked him to play dumb. I knew it had to be anyone at that point, good thing I hid her in the bathroom before I opened the door.

“Yes, I know her ringtone anywhere and it came from this room.”

“Ah, the sound you heard. It was— f…from a video of some sort.”

“Ohhhh, you didn't tell me you're into girly things.” He cocked a brow, smiling sheepishly.

“Someone sent it to me.”

“Is there a new woman that I don't know of?”

“Well—

“You know what—I'll bring some whiskey over, we need to catch up on old times buddy.” I didn't have the time to decline as he hurriedly left to get the drinks. I walk to the bathroom to see if Amelia was still there.

I open the door and see her hand on her cheek, trying not to make a sound.

“He went to get some drinks.” I said.

“Why didn't you refuse?”

“ I didn't have the chance too. “ I replied.

“I know my Dad, he said he can't sleep. Then he can't sleep and he won't sleep any time soon.”

“So you need to leave now.” I insisted.

“Are you out of your mind?! What if he sees me?” she shouts but lower, trying not to make the bathroom echo.

“So you rather stay in here? He won't sleep anytime soon.”

“If he wears out, he will.” I close the door when I hear Barry's footsteps entering my room.

“Found the fresh bottle of whiskey.” He said, lifting the bottle up in the air. This is going to be a long night.

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Barry left at daybreak, it was a long time and we hadn't chatted that long as old friends but I was more worried that Amelia had to sleep in the bathroom all night.

I opened the door of the bathroom and meet a sleepy Amelia, her head about to hit the floor of the bathroom when I immediately rushed wedging her head with my palms.

She looked so peaceful sleeping and I was not in any mood for drama this morning.

I took her up, carrying her to my bed.

“You don't need to carry me.” a sleepy eyes Amelia said when her back hit the soft mattress.

“ You slept in the bathroom, you need as much rest as you can.”

“Dad is gone?”

“Yes he is.”

“I didn't know he woukd stay that long.” she said still with tired eyelids.

“I told you—you should have left then.”

“ I know. I'm just so tired, can I rest here a little bit?” she asked, looking at me with those big hazel doe-like eyes.

“Fine,” was all I could say when I should send her out of the room immediately.

“Put the lights back on,” She said when I switched them off, ready to leave the room. “I can't sleep with them off.” she finished.

“Okay.” The sooner she gets some rest, the better for me.