April 3, 2012
Downies (3) - Round 20
Gunnar was shocked that Christa would speak to him like that. "My social life is none of your business," he told her coldly.
Disgusted and hurt, Christa broke out into tears and ran to her room. She couldn't believe he'd be so mean! Everything had changed since Barbara died!
Just then, Gunnar came down and saw all the teens around the house.
"OUT!" Gunnar howled.
Petrified, all her friends dropped their cups and took off for the door.
Christa blinked through the tears in her eyes. "Why do you even care?! You're not my Father!" she yelled.
"I am your Father! I raised you! No boys! No parties!" Gunnar growled. "You're grounded until you go to college!"
Christa ran to her room. "I HATE you!"
Seething, she flopped on the bed and cried into her pillow until she'd fallen asleep.
"Well there is nothing I want to say to you!" Christa snapped back without turning back.
"Christa, I'm sorry," Gunnar followed after her, apologizing.
"I'm late for school. I have to go," Christa fought against the tears already pooling in her eyes. She was NOT going to cry again!
"We'll talk tonight, then, okay?"
Gunnar sighed as she got on the bus without a word. He'd royally screwed that up.
"That did not look pretty."
"Veronica! What a pleasant surprise!"
Gunnar grabbed Veronica for a big hug. "It's been years! How's life been?"
Veronica smiled. "It's been good. Tyler and I had four kids. Twins Archie & Samuel, then Daniel and our little girl Roxanne."
Gunnar jerked his head towards the bus going down the lane. "Barbara and I adopted little Christa."
Inside, Veronica and Gunnar caught up with each other. "Do you ever wonder what would've happened if we'd stayed together?" Gunnar asked Veronica quietly.
Gunnar looked at his hands. "I miss Barbara every day. Every single breath I take hurts. And I think I messed it up with Christa. She hates me now!"
Veronica laughed. "Honey, she's a teenager! Of course she hates you! Something would be wrong with her if she didn't!"
Edwin nodded. "Yeah, that sucks."
"I mean, what does he think I am? A kid?!"
Edwin leaned over. "I know how you can get back at him..."
Christa glanced over at Edwin. "How?"