This choice: Shit, don't panic, its my Dad... • Go Back...
Chapter #5
Shit, don't panic, its my Dad...
by: Unknown
I just didn't get it. I mean sure my Dad could be considered kinda cool in the way he built his business from the ground up (i mean i'm not so spoilt not to appreciate the college education), but its not like he's the kinda guy who bangs his secretary behind his wife's back. In my mind, his and mom's marriage was rock solid (sorry Evette). Mom stayed with him from the start when they were both still teenagers for Pete's sake. Then again it did explain the frequent "business trips and conventions". For a guy whose company practically ran itself, he sure didn't spend any time at home any more. I had just assumed that he was devoted to his work, not banging some cheap slut on the side.Okay considering i know own this body for the time being, i'll rephrase that, expensive slut and not even that if i can help it.
Hastily searching through the rest of the handbag i found a tacky looking purse with an ID and credit cards probably to daddy dearest's private accounts in addition to a set of car keys. Just in time too as i heard a car pullover at the front of the house. Glancing out the window i saw a expensive looking limo with blacked out windows come to a halt just outside the house on the side-walk. My heart dropped as my fears were confirmed. My Father, the man himself came out, striding purposely towards the front door. Snapping out of my shock, i was overcome with the sudden, uncontrollable urge to...
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.31 seconds at 7:45am on Nov 26, 2024 via server WEBX2.