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Methis' POV

The rest of the weekend was basically spent with my Dad doting me, not letting me participate even a little bit in chores of the house which he insisted was "manual labor to his princess." A lot of times it felt really weird, being treated like a baby that is, as though I couldn't take care of myself on my own. Other times it brought back heavy waves of nostalgia. About my childhood. My father when I got sick as a kid hardly ever left my bedside whenever I had as much as the flu.

When he came back from a drive that evening and saw me still lying on the bed, he tutted loudly.

"That's it Methis, you are going out."

I shot up from the sheets, "What?"

"A bar downtown, here, you can have my credit card and my car, go there mix, have some fun okay? You can't stay huddled up all day.

"But Dad... "

"Just go, Methis," he said, refusing to hear any protests, "I promise, you will feel better okay?"

Seeing he was determined to get me out of the house, I immediately worked out he had n