The Beach house [3]

I felt myself suddenly being jerked to my feet. I was groggy and drowsy, and it took me a minute to realize my dad was holding onto my arm so tight I thought it would cut off circulation.
"You're in big trouble," he growled.
I couldn't even remember what happened. I scanned the ground curiously- and then I saw Lake, eyes closed. We had fallen asleep together, and now, the sun was almost setting over the gentle ocean.
Dad started dragging me back towards the house. "Why are you being this way?" I demanded as I was lead through the back door of the beach house.
Dad slammed me into a chair in the living room. Mother was sitting on the couch across from me, and Dad joined her.
"Karaline Elizabeth Braxton," Mother said ashamedly. She was being over dramatic and refusing to look at me.
"I thought you were a good girl. You have disgraced me- sleeping on the beach with-"
"Nothing happened!" I burst out, rising from my chair. "We just feel asleep."
"Why were you sleeping on the beach? Why was Lake laying down?" Dad asked, raising his voice. He was standing now, too.
"He felt bad. I was helping him relax."
"Darling," Mother said quietly. "Did he pressure you-"
"No!" I screamed. "How many times can I tell you: nothing happened."
I felt as though I had to sound out every syllable now to make them understand.
Dad narrowed his eyes at me. "If this boy is causing you to act so disrespectfully, I don't want you to be around him."
"How can I do that?" I retorted. "His family paid for part of this house, remember? They half own it. We're all spending the Summer together- you said yourself."
He didn't seem to have an answer. He stood up straight and flicked his mustache, and all he could reply with was, "go to your room."
"Fine," said I.
I stomped up the stairs away form my parents- my stubborn, overprotective, outdated parents. Now they hated Lake- how could I ever be with him now?