I couldn't believe that he forgot to tell me about his birthday. However, I think I figured out why I had forgotten to give him a little gift I had picked out to give him in secret, I sat outside and waited for everyone to leave. Once it seemed everyone was gone I quietly stepped in the backdoor. I found Gene door wide open, standing on the porch, with peculiar company my heart felt like stone as I watched a strawberry blonde whore flick her eyes at me, and place her slutty slut slut mouth on the mouth of Gene. My eyes burned I briefly considered coughing or screaming something to let him know that I saw everything.
I skulked out the house, unnoticed. leaving the gift and note I wrote him by his back door, I wondered if he would even care to break it off with me. I figure he'd just stop coming around. I hopped in the borrowed car that my grandparents so graciously lent me to drive to Gene's house, since it's summer and school let out. I started the drive back not bothering to stop when I started sobbing so hard I could barely see the lines, it is a miracle that I hadn't killed anyone. I managed to pull myself together enough to put on a happy face when I walked into my Grandparents’ house but upon finding both my grandparent in the kitchen with sullen looks on their face I knew I wouldn't be wearing my smile much longer.
"What's wrong ?" I articulated.
Not a word was spoken as they slid an unopened letter to me, my name was written in unfamiliar script but the address in the corner helped me guess that it was my father writing to me from the jail. I fingered the flap for a few moments before ripping in open. Unsure if I wanted to read what my father said I glanced at my Grandmother who was staring at my face intently.
I mumbled something about privacy and stumbled to my bedroom. Once in solitude I began to read. Half cursive letters burned my eyes.
My dear daughter Ardor,
I know I am probably the last person you ever expected to receive an actual letter from. We have never met, due to my own fault. These two days in the big house have given me enough time to rethink my path in life, with this it is that I request once I get out that we meet in real life. I really don't want to have to force this meeting but I understand you're sort of hostile towards me. I know dumping you on my parents after your mother died wasn't the best thing I could do, but I do love you. Why else would I send you so much money regularly? Anyway, that wasn't the point. I'm asking you to at least be open to this, because you really don't have a choice. I am your father, we will meet.
Sincerely, Dad.
I sat the letter down and turned off the lights in my bedroom. I walked to the corner of my room defeated before sliding down against the wall. Uncontrolled sobs ravaged my body until I passed out, only to be awakened hours later by the sound of Genes ringtone blaring from my cell phone.
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