Camilla POV

It was my Dad...

"h-hello?" I whisper

"Hey baby how are you? I'm at the mall right now! How is school?"

Wait...Does he not know that I skipped school? SCORE

"O-Oh yeah I'm in Math class I'll call you back later!" as I'm about to hang up he starts talking again

"Not so fast Camilla! I gave you a chance to stop lying, but you just spat in my face with more lies!"

"D-daddy, please! I'm sorry I won't do it again!"

"What exactly WON'T you do?"

"S-skip school and important tests, li-"

"Oh, So you skipped school because of a test?"

"Yeah...But I said I'm sorry! Come on!"

"It's alright I forgive you! Im waiting outside the bathroom come on out!"

"Really! Thank you so much, Dad!"

"Yeah, hurry and put the diaper on I'm waiting we don't have much time, Quick!"

"Wha-" Before I could finish talking he hung up. That Bastard!

No way in HELL am I putting on a diaper and walking out of here! Who does he think he is?

I'll just wear the shorts without anything underneath and my baggy shirt could cover it and I'm not wearing a crop top either! I'm throwing them away!

Great Idea! Sometimes it helps to be this smart! I don't know what Kenn was talking about with all that 1% of my brain and stuff.

After cleaning up with the wipes in the bag I put on the shorts and kept the crop top, diaper and my old pants in the bag and tied it up. When I got out of the stall I just threw away the bag and walked out and guess who was there?

MY DAD...

"Hey, Mill baby! Did you change into your nappy wappy?"

He said that a bit too loud and everyone turned around to see a 16-year-old girl standing with her dad asking her Is she was wearing her nappy... Embarrassing

I then grabbed his hand and dragged him to the front of the mall towards his car so we could talk while walking to his car instead of in the middle of a busy mall.

"Dad Im not wearing a fucking diaper!"

"Excuse me? So you're NOT wearing your diaper right now?"

"Oh my god SHUT UP! it's not my diaper and I'm not wearing it either way!"

He then grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the back of his car

"What I'm not going into the back seat I'm sitting in the front!"

"little kids don't sit in the front baby!"

"Why do you keep calling me baby?"

"Because you ARE my baby! Our baby!"

"Our?"

He then opened the door to the front seat and there she was...My stepmom...

She was sitting in the front of the car smirking then she turned to my dad and started talking to him like I wasn't there

"Did she put on the diaper?"

"No," my dad said

"Oh, poor baby! She might poop her pants again!"

"What? You must be crazy you witch"

"John! How dare your daughter call me a witch!!"

Dad then slapped me across the face grabbed my hair pushed me into the back of the car went to the front and turned on the child safety lock.

Welp no escaping now!