Going to Meet the Parent {James and Kar}

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I chuckled a bit. "If it makes you any better, I have a picture of me when I was 4 brushing my teeth with nothing other than boots." I say, laughing at myself a bit. Her dad and I were having a relatively good time.
I held Kar's hand again under the table, and asked her father, "So, Kar tells me you're the senator. I am interested in politics, anything you can tell me?" He finished swallowing his food and then looks at me smiling and says, "Don't be. Politics are horrible, and they keep you away from your family."

I frowned. Remebering that one whole year where dad was gone. He had been on business and could not come home. He left me with my cousin Trina. I was only seven and Trina was 18 and didn't care a thing about me. One night she even locked me outside in the rain. When I told my dad she was put in jail.

I came back to reality, and took a bite of my food, which I haden't even started eating. I squeezed James' hand and forced a smile. My dad looked at me and could tell I had been thinking of the year. "May I be excused?" I asked my father. He said yes and I walked up to my bedroom. I opened the door, revealing my Paramore, Linkin Park and Black Veil Brides plastered walls. I jumped onto my bed and stuffed my face into my pillow.

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"Is she okay, she seems distraught?" I ask, concerned. But figuring that her father would know her better than me. "Well, I think she just, has a bit on her mind." He says, smiling a bit while chewing. The food was good, but I was self-conscious that I was eating too fast, so I made sure to only take bites after he did.

After a while, I say, "Well, perhaps one of us should go and check on her-" he stands up and says, "I will."

He walks out of the room, leaving me in silence.

My door swung open, I was expecting James but, my dad walked in.

"Hey honey. What's the matter?"

"I can't believe you embaressed me like that! And you also brought up the "it keeps you away from your family!" I shouted. I knew James could hear me. I pushed him aside and grabbed my hoodie. I ran down the stairs, tears in my eyes. I raced to the door, ran out then slammed the door. I heard the door open behind me and my dad yelling.

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I just sit there, listening to the whole thing unfold. What should I do? I think, Is her dad mad at me now, or will he be if I leave and chase her? I am at a loss. I just sit there at the table, the dinner now going a bit cold.

I don't hear anyone move, so I go into the other room and see the door closed, and her father sitting in his chair. His eyes closed, and his hand massaging head. "Excuse me sir, but I think I might try to find your daughter." He doesn't even look up when he says, "Good luck."

I run out of the home, closing the door behind me, down the stairs and onto the street. Where could she be?

I ran and ran. I looked over my shoulder when I began walking. I saw James running. I sighed and turned into an alley. It was dark and I couldn't see properly. I decided to turn around and leave the alley. When I turned around James was standing behind me.

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I grabbed her by the sides and swung her around and hugged her. "You okay?" I say, worried. Obviously she wasn't ok. But why? Was it them getting married to fast? Or her dad? Or him? Or both?

"I- uhh it's just, when my dad said that stuff about politics and that it keeps you away from your family. Well, he was talking about him. One year he went away on business and left me for that year with my cousin Trina. She was 18, I was seven. One night I drew on the wall and she stuck me outside and left me there all night. I nearly died." I was crying now. I hated crying. I don't like being emotional.

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I wrap my arms around her, saying, "It's okay. He was just warning me. I was seriously considering politics. I'm so sorry."

I wasn't sure what the crime-to-person ratio was in England, but my guess was always pretty small. So, of course the only two demi-gods in England were the ones to get mugged.

The man walked up from the back of the alley, wearing a long black overcoat and a hood. He pulled out a gun, and with a thick gravely voice said, "Give me all your money."

I stood in front of Kar, putting my arm in front of her. "Look, I don't have any money on me." I say. Which was true, all I had was my debit card. "Well that's too bad," he said, aiming the gun right at Kar. The man pulled the trigger, but I was too fast.

I jumped, in front of the bullet and charged him. I felt the bullet hit me, but I was to angry to really feel it. I grabbed him by the throat, grabbed his gun and threw it into the street. I threw him back into the alleyway and started punching him repeatedly in the face screaming, "You. Will. Not. Hurt. Kar." with each individual blow.

I screamed. "JAMES!" I rushed over to where he was punching him. "James you need to stop so we can get you to a hospital!" I was worried. "James!" I took out my cellphone and called my dad. Two minutes later my dad car came zipping inot the alley. "James come on!" He was still punching the man. James shirt was splattered with blood. I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "James, come on, you need to go to the hospital."

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I turned around and saw Kar saying something, and her dad in a car. I turned back around to see the man. He was middle-aged and was now bleeding uncontrollably, but was still alive. I lifted him up by the shirt til he was eye level with me. "You're lucky I don't kill you right now." and I throw him back down.

I get up and walk towards the car, using Kar as support for my leg, which was now bleeding from the bullet.

"Oh my gods, Oh my gods." I was crying. "James are you okay?" I helped him get in the back seat of the car with me then closed the door. "You're going to be fine okay." I said taking off my hoodie and tieing it tightly above the wound. "That'll stop the blood flow." I was satisfied with myself for remembering my medical classes in school. "We'll be at the hospital soon." I assured him.

"Thank you for saving my daughter son." My dad said. I smiled. I shouldn't have smiled though. James had just risked his life for me.

"James you didn't have to do that y'know. I would have been fine."

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"No. You wouldn't. He was aiming for you, and pulled the trigger." I say, looking at the injury, "and if I wouldn't of jumped at him, the bullet'd be in my head." The injure was small, black singed hole, and blood was pouring out of it faster then he knew it should. Images of George's body flashed through the back of my head.

We got to the hospital, and I was put on a stretcher. I was fading in and out of the world and heard something about surgery. One of the doctor's took out a needle and I tensed. I hated needles. But as soon as it was in, I was out.

I was sobbing. He had to have surgery on his leg because of me. What if his leg had to be imputated? I ran over to my dad. "Dad, this is my fault. I ran out and he chased after me. I ran into the alley and he followed me!" It was true. It was all my fault. "It's all my fault!" I was bawling my eyes out now. My cheeks were soaked with tears and puffy and red. I tried to run into the room where James was but five doctors and my dad held me back. I was screaming and yelling. Suddenly I heard a fimilar voice.

"Karou? Karou Walsh?" It was my old friend, Brittney.

"Brittney?" I stopped thrashing and walked over to Brittney.

"Why are you crying Kar?" She seemed concerned

"My fiancee got shot." I said simply.

"You're fifteen and you're already engaged?" She said suprised.

"Yeah, I met him about a year ago." I said using James' cover story.

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I was in a dream.

I was walking along a wide but long black road. Except, I wasn't walking, I was floating. To my right, came Kar from a separate road, but she wasn't Kar. She was perfect. In a way where she was too perfect and there was a light pink aura about her that made him uneasy.

She walked beside him for a while, but then he fell through a hole in the road. She grabbed his hand and kept him from falling, but then a green light appeared next to her, and we both fell through the hole.

Falling, while holding hands.

My dad told me to relax and go hang out with Brittney. So there we were, sitting in the cafeteria, drinking coffee and eating pie.

"So, you're engaged." She said. "Nice. I bet he's sweet." She smiled.

"Yeah, he's really sweet." I smiled. Thinking back to when he came walking down the hill. I was listening to Miracle by Paramore. Surely, it was a miracle I had met him.

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I awoke, but only slightly. Through half-closed eyes I could see Kar's dad sitting on a seat next to my bed. I wasn't sure where Kar was, maybe he wanted to talk to me in private here. His head was bent over and his hands held together, praying.

"Hey" I say. He stands with a start and looks at me, staring with tears in his eyes. "You saved my daughter's life." I sit there for a moment, the silence sinking in. "You called me son." I say back. We stared at each other for a few more seconds, then I ask, "Wasn't there a question you were going to ask me in private, sir?"

He looks down at me in the bed, shakes his head and says, "The question was, 'Would you die for her?'"

My dad called me and told me James was awake. I had run as fast as I could to his room and hugged him.

"Oh my gods! Are you alright? Are you going to live?" I rambled. I was so worried. I wanted to go back to camp. Everything was safe at camp. But I also wanted to see my dad. My dad was now James' father-in-law. Hmm. I smiled to myself for moment then turned back to James. Tears streaming down my cheeks. "You're going to be fine right?"

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"Yea, just going to have to rest for a few days or so." I say, wiping the tears off of her cheeks. I sit there for a while, holding her hand. Cops comes in and asks me a few questions about where the man was, and I told them. I just wanted to stay with Kar. Because it was no 100% official:

We were getting married.

"Okay, good." If James was going to need to rest for a few days then we'd have to stay here longer. I was happy I got to stay with my dad longer but, James would be in pain. What if we had a monster attack? He would be killed.

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I leaned Kar in closer, "It's okay, I have ambrosia in the bag, It should be healed by tomorrow." I whisper. Later that day while I was eating lunch, a man which he recognized came through the hallway in a wheel chair. He recognized him as the mugger.

The mugger looked in his direction and we made eye contact. I scolded at him with my most fierce eyes, and he started screaming, got out of his chair and ran down the hall. You better I think to myself.

"I know." I whispered back.

I was speechless when the mugger came rolling down the hallway. James had scared him away though.

What kind of person had such a screwed up mind that he would shoot a teenage girl just for money?

A drug addict and acholic maybe. The mugger did look like a druggie.

Well there's one thing to add to my bucket list:

Karou's Bucket List

-Get Married
-Have Children
-Eat Sushi
-Go shopping in New York
-Go to Tokyo
-Kill the mugger who shot James

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At the end of the day, they went back to Kar's house, were she gave him ambrosia, making him feel infinitely better. He paid for the medical bills in full, without a second thought. But his fortune was quickly depleting. So he decided he should put some in a savings account, to let it a grew interest.

Him and Kar lay on the couch together, the fireplace ((OOC: I assume there's a fireplace)) blazing with red flames. Kar lays to the side of James, as he holds her closely. Her father sits in the seat next to them reading his newspaper.

"I love you." James says, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek.

"Love you too." I smiled. The fireplace was warm and soothing. I moved closer to James and whispered "We should go somewhere. But, we should probably avoid the alleyways." I turned to my dad. "Dad, can we go out on the town?"

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"It's a bit late out..." her dad says, looking outside the window. I look outside, where the sun is going down. "Plllllllease dad!" I say, half-jokingly. He chuckles a bit and says oh, alright. I put on my jacket and we walk out the door, going towards the street. As we walk outside I hold her hand and say, "So. Where to?"

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