we have to talk.

"amanda, can i talk to you?" mark asked amanda as she came down the stairs. "yeah, sure, dad." she had just woken up and was in her new pajamas. "what about?" "i think there are going to have to be some changes," he said. amanda got up and went to the fridge. she opened it and pulled out a carton of juice that was on the top shelf. "amanda, could you stop?" mark asked in a voice amanda had never heard. it was loud and commanding. "i was only getting some orange juice, dad," amanda said narrowing her eyebrows. "look, it's just that it's important, okay? can't you just sit down and listen for one second?" mark asked. "dad, why are acting like this? i'm not doing anything wrong," amanda said angrily. she couldn't stand being bossed around. "you're not listening to me. you never listen to me. i'm sick of it," mark told her. amanda narrowed her eyes, "what are you talking about?" "there's going to be a change, amanda. you're not going to drink; you're not going to smoke." "what?" amanda asked incredulous. she really wasn't used to this at all. "you heard me. you're also not hanging out with dommy anymore," mark continued. "you can't tell me who to hang out with," amanda said. "yes, i can. he does drugs; he drinks; he smokes; he has sex all the time. some of that probably with you and i'm sick of it, amanda." amanda pursed her lips, "we've never had sex. thanks for all your faith, though, dad. i thought you loved me. you should know me better, dad. what do you think, i'm some cheap slut?" amanda asked. her eyes became glossy. "i didn't mean that, amanda. i just meant it's not happening anymore. he's disgusting and i won't let you be around him," mark told her confidently. "you can't choose who i'm around. i'll go live with mom," amanda threatened. "fine, go. you won't be getting any money from me, though and do you really think your mom has money to spare for you to go out and shop or buy cigarettes? she doesn't." amanda took in a deep breath. mark was right. she couldn't move in with her mom. "you're not going to stop me, dad. you can't," she said smirking. "amanda, don't make this hard." "i didn't. you did that, dad. i hope you know that if you keep me from drinking, smoking, or hanging out with dommy, i will hate you for the rest of my life." "i guess you're going to hate me then. i'm teaching you a lesson, amanda. one day you'll understand why i had to do this. you can't call dommy anymore. i've put him on your new blocked list. i've also locked the liquor cabinet. oh, and i threw your cigarettes in your purse away," mark told her. amanda's face fell, "i hate you! don't think i won't get cigarettes or alcohol just because you don't want me to." "go ahead and try. you officially have no allowance and your credits cards have been cut off. if you don't believe me, try one. i'm serious, amanda," mark told her. that's when amanda realized he was. mark had never taken away her money. "what about clothes?" she asked. "i'll buy what i see that you need," mark told her. "fuck you! i hate you so much right now! i'll never forgive you for this!" amanda said. mark looked like he might change his mind and then he said, "you don't mean that, amanda." she nodded, "yeah, dad, i do." mark took in a deep breath. it was hard to hear her say all that stuff, but he knew he had to show her that he was serious. "i'm going to see lexxi. is that okay with you, warden?" amanda asked. "no. i want you to go get dressed and then come down and eat breakfast," mark said. amanda flipped him off on her way to the stairs and said, "you're the worst dad ever."