A/N: Adult language.
It was a Saturday like every other.
Hailey had an event she had to attend so her limo picked her up in front of the house. For a mayor of Sierra weekends didn’t mean days off like for most people.
Cameron was working in his office as usual and Dakota was home for once. Normally she spent her weekends at Martha’s or Kyra’s house but this time she invited Dylan over.
She was making out with her boyfriend and didn’t even hear her father’s foot steps as he was walking up the stairs.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing with my daughter,” Cameron roared.
Both teenagers jumped up, startled.
“Who do you think you are that you come to my house without introducing yourself and touch my daughter.”
“I’m sorry, sir. My name is…”
“I don’t care what your name is. Now get the hell out of here and never show your face here again, do you hear me?”
Dylan was lost for words but Dakota stepped in.
“What the fuck, dad,” she yelled. All the anger she had towards her parents for never having time for her and always making their job a priority built up, “my whole life you didn’t care about be. What I do or where I am and now when I’m almost eighteen you try and tell me who to date? I don’t think so. If you want Dylan to leave, you can be sure as hell that I’m leaving with him.”
She then grabbed Dylan’s hand and walked with him downstairs.
“I’m sorry, babe. He is really pissing me off. Why would I listen to him. He’s never been there for me. Ever. I wish I could just move out.”
“You know, I’ll be eighteen in two weeks. We could find a place together. My parents suck too, so don’t apologize to me. Why do you think I didn’t bring you home yet.”
“Oh my god, babe, that’s a great idea. You’ll be able to get a place when you turn eighteen.”
“Yea, we just need to get some cash for a rent and deposit and stuff like that. I’ve got nothing.”
“Leave that to me,” she waved her hand, “I can’t wait to live with you. I love you.”
“I love you, too, babe.”
Dakota pulled in in her Audi in front of the playground where Martha was already waiting for her. She needed to talk to her. So much has happened in the past few days.
“You’re not gonna believe the news I have,” Dakota started and didn’t give Martha time to react, “Dylan and I are getting married.”
“You are what?”
“Getting married. He asked me to marry him just last night! And we’re moving in together.”
“Wait. Are you,”Martha lowered her voice,”pregnant?”
“Then why, you’re not even eighteen. No one’s gonna rent you a place anyway.”
“Dylan’s turning eighteen next week. Come on Martha, be happy for me.”
“I am, I am happy for you. Congratulations.”
That’s what she said out laud. Inside the words were different. She was worried about her friend. Why is she rushing into a marriage with Dylan?
“Let’s grab something to eat, I’m starving.”
“So what about college? I thought you wanted to go the the art school.”
“Yea, I don’t think I’m doing that. I already know how to paint and take beautiful photos. I don’t need a paper to prove it.”
“So what are you gonna do after graduation?”
“What do you mean. I’ll find a job Martha. That’s what people do.”
“Did you tell your parents yet?”
“Not yet. But I can’t wait to see the look on their faces. They’ll probably be relieved that they have me out of their lives.”
“I really don’t think that’s true, Dakota.”
“Yea? Well, we’ll see tonight, but I’m not changing my mind, no matter what they have to say about it.”
Dakota walked into her parents bedroom that night, right when they were getting ready to go to bed.
“Hey, honey, what’s going on?” Hailey asked.
“Nothing. I’m just here to tell you I’m engaged to Dylan and we’re moving in together next week.”
Cameron’s face turned white and he was getting ready to say something but Dakota continued.
“There is nothing you can say or do to change my mind, so deal with it.”
She finished and closed the door behind her.
The end of generation three.