Pretend You're Someone Else (Chap.8) 3/5

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ID: 1727540   (Rated: 18+) Pretend You're Someone Else  A man hides a secret from his family and has no clue that his son has the same secret. by KAT26/Adrian--Published!

Chapter Eight is divided into five parts. This is part three.

Part One

Chapter Eight

April-1992

Avoy, Georgia

Part 3/5

"Did my daughter just come home drunk? Seriously!"

         Later that night, after Erich left with Paul, and Tim to catch the seven o'clock show, Peter decided to take a shower, then settle down in the front parlor to read the evening newspaper. Lying on his favorite blue, silk, couch, he soon became absorbed in the entertainment section, that he didn't hear the loud sound of a car racing up his driveway. It was the gunning of the engine, followed by loud screaming that finally got his attention.

         "Georgina, is that you," Peter yelled, as he threw down the paper, ran down the hallway, and out the back kitchen door. He was shocked at what he saw in front of him. His fourteen-year-old, daughter sat, sprawled on the engine of a nineteen-eighties Corvette. What was even more terrifying was the young man who practically sat in his daughter's lap, ramming his tongue down her throat. Georgina threw back her head, and screamed, when the boy suddenly grabbed at her chest. "Love ya, baby," the boy laughed, drunkenly. Peter saw red.

         "Georgina, get in the house, now," he roared. Slowly, the boy turned, and looked at him in a daze. He had greasy, brown, hair, with acne covered skin. Two clouded, red-rimmed, eyes stared back. Peter knew the child was stoned, and what scared him was that he saw himself at seventeen in those eyes. He knew that kind of boy, for he was once that kind of person. He was not going to sit by, and let some jerk treat his only daughter with the same disrespect he treated girls back in high school.

         "Daddy," Georgina shrieked, as she flung her legs to the ground. The boy sat on the hood of his car, a slight smirk on his face.

         "Who are you," Peter demanded, stepping closer to the car. The boy glanced up, and down at Peter in the same manner that Ned had done, causing his anger to grow.

         "Daddy, this is my boyfriend," his daughter said in a huff.

         Peter gasped, and coughed in disbelief. "Is this the boy you were talking to on the phone the day you were suppose to come to court with me?"

         "The very same," the boy laughed drunkenly,

         "Oh, gawd," Georgina once again shrieked. "His name is Lester!"

         From the way his daughter wobbled from side, to side he knew she was also drunk. "Georgina, get in the house, I'll deal with you in a minute." Peter's tone was deathly.

         Lester fell off the car in hysterics. "Yeah, baby! Do as your daddy says!"

         Peter glared at the boy, who was so much like his former self it was scary. "I think it's best if you so kindly remove yourself from my driveway."

         Georgina stomped her feet in protest, then stumbled to the sidewalk. Peter had seen Joy do the exact same thing when she would come home drunk.

         Lester laughed, "Oopsy-daisy," as he staggered back to the driver's side door of the Corvette. Peter shot one last glare at the boy, and in return the kid replied with a mock salute, before jumping in the car, and tearing down the driveway blasting Pearl Jam. A similar memory of him, and Robert doing the exact same thing years ago in the Camaro came back to him, except they had a Clapton tape playing on the eight-track.

         Turning around, Peter helped his daughter back to her feet, and quickly led her through the back door. "There is some coffee if you feel like sobering up," Peter said with an exhale of breath.

         "Why the fuck would I wanna do that," his daughter screamed, with a flip of her hair.

         "Do you enjoy being your mother," he shot back.

         Reaching for the nearest coffee cup, Peter went to pour himself some. Spinning around on an impossibly high heel, Georgina shouted back, "Do I embarrass you? Am I not as perfect as Erich, the favorite, golden, child?"

         Peter's mouth dropped open. He didn't play one child over another. Georgina could see the surprised look on his face, so she continued. "Oh, yes, daddy! It's no secret you love him more than me! The perfect one, who never did anything wrong! If you only knew..."

         Georgina stopped mid-sentence, as Peter slammed his cup on the tile, counter top. "Enough," he yelled. "I do not love one child over another, and that's final! I will not stand by and allow my only daughter to become a slut like her mother!" Peter instantly regretted what he just said, as his daughter jumped back in fright.

         "Oh, fuck-you," she screamed, before stomping from the kitchen.

         Peter waited until he heard her bedroom door slam shut, then proceeded to the walk-in pantry, where he kept a bottle of vodka hidden behind numerous food items he knew nobody would eat. He rarely drank, but tonight was different. Taking the bottle off the dusty, high, shelf, he took it, along with his cup of coffee, up to his bedroom. There was nothing wrong with adding a little liquor to your coffee in times of crisis. He was the parent, she was the daughter. With these thoughts in his head, Peter knew it was going to be a rough night.

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ID: 1737279   (Rated: 18+) Pretend You're Someone Else (Chap 8) 4/5  (This chapter is divided into 5 segments) "Yes, daddy! I'm in love with a boy!" (1992) by KAT26/Adrian--Published!