Theadore's Man.....My Dream Man 24

After being here for 7 months, I had just gotten used to the fact that I would never see Brody again. And accomplishing that was not easy. Now, all of that time and hard work was going to waste. Why did things like this always happen to me? Was I THAT unlucky.

Well, Apparently so.

They day after I received the news from my mother that I would be going back for a while, something terrible happened. My mom, knowing something was going on with my father, was growing suspicious when my dad walked in the door from a long day at work. But I don’t know what kind of work he was doing, but it wasn’t the kind I thought he was returning to every day. Not unless you get smooches from whores wearing bright red lip stick everyday!

Once my mom saw the noticeable lip print on my dads cleanly shaven cheek , she freaked.

Knowing this confrontation was unavoidable, he didn’t attempt to lie, and deny it. Not that there was a possible way TO deny it.

“What the fuck is this??!!! “ My mom yelled, referring to the imprint. IN order for my dad to fully know was THIS was, she smacked him, open palmed, right where it was located.

The impact of her slap forced my dad’s head sideways, and he didn’t try and move his head, it just stayed facing away form my mother, avoiding her eyes.

“Tell me NOW!!!” She was starting to sound hysterical, and me, not blaming her, started crying, realizing my dad had possibly cheated on my mom.

He walked to the mirror over the table by the front doorway , and stared at the symbol of infidelity. He turned around, and looked at the floor, trying not to cry, I noticed.

“I want a divorce. I’ve found someone new.” And that was it. The end of my perfectly normal family. The end of my perfectly normal life. And the beginning of hell.

I was angry. No. Well past angry. I was furious. Furious to the point where I could feel it bubbling over the sides of my sanity!! How dare he??!!!! Cheat on my mother!!!! He could have gotten a divorce first, the went and screwed his slut mistress.

My mother stared at him aghast. I viewed the aching in her gaze.

That’s when I took action. Maybe not the best action I could have chose, but the first one that came to my mind. I lunged at the man I once respected. He was much, much stronger than me, but I was quicker. The last thing I saw before plunging my fist into his already crooked nose was his eyes widening at the realization of what I was going to do.

He laid on the floor, groaning and holding his bleeding nose. I know I should have felt guilty, I mean, he was my father. But, I didn’t. I felt hate. That’s it. HATE!

It can drive you to do things you never speculated you’d do.

And one of those things would be break your fathers nose. But that’s what happened. As he got up, he resembled a mental guy who had had to much to drink.

I found myself laughing at this bizarre thought. Once he got up, he looked at me with regret. I looked away, and ran out the door.

As I walked along the beach, sunset growing near, I thought of how unexpected and immediate this had all happened. In a matter of months everything had changed.

It was about an hour past midnight when I finally stepped into the cooled apartment, noting that it looked quite bare.

Bare of my fathers things. A bit of grief seeped into me, but remembering what happened mere hours before, it disappeared.

I kicked off my flops, and started roaming through the house in search of my mother. I found her sitting on her bed, clutching a photograph close to her chest, tears silently weaving down her face.

I teared up myself while walking over to her. I took the framed photo from her and stared at it.

One of the few times me and Teddy had gotten along, we were on top of a ski slope. I had one arm around Theadore’s bundled up shoulder, the other popped on my layered hip. I was sticking my tongue out sideways, looking up to the sky. Teddy had her arms crossed, giving me a sideways glance, pretending to be irritated at me for pushing her down in the snow, which she was covered in. The smile that she was trying to suppress, but couldn’t gave her away. Beside me was Brody. Him and all his spiky hair and Brown eyes. In this picture he was laughing, caught of guard by the snapshot. My father was falling behind me and Teddy. His eyes were wide, scared of falling, but yet filled with amusement that he was about to fall. I remember right after my mom had taken ten picture, he had crashed right into us ,and it had taken us 15 minutes to get control of our laughing. This had been my birthday. When I had just turned 16.

Now I was 17. And my 16^th year was gone. In the past. My life had changed for the worst.

After holding my mothers crying figure until her tears eased, I returned to my room and packed. I was going sooner than thought also. I would be getting a plane tomorrow.

After packing, for the second time in 7 months, I threw myself onto my bed, and slept.

I woke up the next day, completely aware of what had happened the night before. I looked at the clock and noted that it was 11:30. 3 more hours I would be on a plane. I thought about trying to convince me mom to let me stay, she needed me, but then thought better of it. Teddy would be here, not that she’s any help, and even if she wasn’t , I don’t think anyone could help my mom but herself.

I walked out of my bedroom and went into the kitchen, wiping away the sleep from my eyes. My mom and Teddy were in the kitchen talking. My mom looked…….she actually looked at ease. Teddy, on the other hand looked furious. She might be a party girl that’s never home, but I know she cares about her family. They looked up at me and I looked right back at them.

“Hey Kennedy” My sister said.

“Hey” I muttered, and slunk down into a kitchen chair across from My mom.

“Morning Mom, How are you?”

She smiled “ I’m okay Hon, Sleep well?”

I made a face…..”Okay I guess”

“I talked to Garen. Him and Bryce are going to pick you up at the airport at 7:00. He’s ecstatic to see you Ken. He really missed you.”

“I stall can’t believe Bryce is a fag,” Theadore muttered.

I glanced sharply at her. “Don’t use the word FAG! And he’s bi.! Not totally gay,”

“Are you taking up for him??” She asked, looking at me incredulously.

“No, I’m just saying.” I said.

“Sorry, I shouldn‘t have said fag.”

Whoa…..she said sorry. Okay,,, that’s weird.

“ Now Theadore, Garen is a very good friend. Do you girls want any breakfast?” She said pleasantly, standing up.

“No thanks mom, I’m fine.” Teddy said, sounding s much kinder than her normal self.

“Naw, I need to get ready.” I yawned, and started for my room.

My mom didn’t seem very upset over the dad thing. Though, she did have her suspicions for a while now. Maybe she wasn’t surprised.

I was.