Romeo And Juliet Roller Coaster
Author: C.C Phoenixx

Chapter 27
Questions and Lies


"You go to school still?" Dad grunted from where he sat next to me on the couch.

He was watching Criminal Minds and I was suffering through it right next to him.

"Nope, dropped out," I muttered, as of yesterday.

"Ever smoked pot before?"

"My ex was a pothead, so yeah I have," I said, pain flaring up in my chest at that. Pushing it down I prepared myself for his next question.

"How 'bout sex? You a virgin still?"

"That's none of your business," I snapped.

"I'm your father," Dad said, taking a swig of his beer before belching and adding, "So are you?"

Holding back my rather rude comment, I muttered, "Yup."

Dad nodded as if to himself before asking, "Why'd you come here?"

"Mom kicked me out of the house," I said simply.

"What'd ya do to deserve that?"

"Told her she was a worthless whore."

Dad choked on his beer with laughter, doubling over and punching his chest, he guffawed seemingly endlessly. When he sobered up a few minutes later, he laughed, "Good girl! Maybe you really are mine."

Slowly, I looked over at him. "What?"

"Maybe you really are mine.." he said slowly, looking sideways at me.

"And by that you mean...?"

"Your mom was never the most...faithful person on the block," Dad muttered, "She banged men like she was a fuckin' lumberjack taking down trees, never really happy with me. I don't know why I waited to move out until you were born, maybe it was because I felt bad. But we were never really sure whose baby you were."

I gaped at him. So all along, my mother's lied to me? She told me my father had cheated on her, that she threw him out of the house when we were babies because he came home one night, drunk out of his mind, with another woman...Fuckin' asshole.

"Are you serious...?"

"Mhm," Dad murmured before heaving himself to his feet and saying, "Well enough bedtime stories, Ala, night."

With that my father left me alone on his ratty couch, in this rundown house, in a fuckin' neighborhood that I'd have better chance of getting shot than finding a supermarket, in my shitty-ass life.


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