Scott stared down at his paper.
F.
"I can't bring this home," Scott simply, looking up at his teacher. "I...I got every one of these questions right I don't understand -"
His teacher sighed, flipping her hair from her shoulder, leaning on the desk.
"Because your mother will torture you?"
Scott scoffed. "You...you told me you wouldn't tell anyone. You said it was our secret-"
"And it is," his teacher smiled softly. "But you came to me with your story Scott and...I'm supposed to report it."
Scott shook his head small I. "I don't understand. What does that...have to do with my grade? I did good. I did perfect."
Scott's reached just smiled. Scott looked up at her, and noticed a look. A look he would continue to see for the rest of his life.
A look of triumph. Because he had become someone's prey.
"You can earn extra credit. And I don't have to tell your sad story to anyone else. Your mommy doesn't have to go away. I can help you Scott."
• • •
Scott sighed, opening his eyes. He smirked.
"Can I talk my shit again?" He asked, sitting up, hitting his head.
Ana frowned. "Scott? Wait what?"
He just smirked, cracking his neck.
She stumbled back. "T-the walls are white?"
He grinned, wrapping his hands around her neck. "Fuck those fucking walls!" He chuckled. "I'm back!"
She rolled her eyes. "Ah...couldn't you give me two more days?"
He glared down at her. "I'll give you two more kids, take it or leave it."
She pushed him off her.
He wiped his shirt, with a shrug. "Eh...it's brutal out here. What was that? A month?"
"Twenty three days," Ana intoned, pouring herself a drink.
He rolled his shoulders, flexing his body. "You could've at least taken care of my body. God Ana. You work out your captive everyone knows that."
She shrugged, sipping her liquor.
He sighed. "So...where are my children?"
He wandered out of the room. "Annika! Lia?"
He knocked on Annika's door before opening it. Annika glanced up finding her dad grinned at her.
She sighed. "Hi Dad."
He knocked the book out of her hand, flopping down on her bed, pushing her slightly.
"Why do you always come in here and harass me," she sighed.
He flicked her forehead. "I'm never nice to people I actually like," he shrugged, "What even is the shirt you're wearing right now? Do I make six figures for you to dress like a bum?"
"It's pajamas?!"
"I need you to dress like you have something worth stealing Annika." He lectured her, looking around her room.
"So...you...you still a virgin?"
"Ew, ew," she kicked him off her bed roughly. "Get out, you're the worst. Go," she threw the book he took.
He rubbed the back of his head.
"I'm just asking...I don't see any birth control so you better be,"
"Worst. Father. Ever!" She pushed him out, using all her strength trying to get him to the door. He chuckled, making himself heavier.
"You should be happy! You're the first person I came to bother. That basically means you're my favorite."
"I don't wanna be your favorite," she screeched, huffing under his weight. "I will be-"
"Telling your therapist I know I know. Pro tip, don't tell them you wanna die. You will be hospitalized."
"Wait really?" She paused.
He snapped. "Like that."
She rolled her eyes. "Dad, get...out! You buffalo!"
Scott let her push him out the door, messing her hair. "Fine, fine. I'm going. Hey, hey, wait. Do you have a boyfriend?"
She looked away.
Scott narrowed his eyes. "Girlfriend?"
Annika turned red.
"Both?" Scott grinned. "Oh god. You got your whore genes from me. Take their money-"
"You're a horrible influence, and I'm not talking to you anymore! We're not even genetically related!"
Annika slammed the door, making Scott blink.
"Wait they are rich right? Don't date broke people! Have I taught you nothing?!"
Scott pouted, before shrugging. "One child bothered...one more to go."
He went into Lia's room, throwing open a box of a crayons.
Lia frowned at him, making him shrug.
"So do you not...talk? Cause I did multiplication at your age. Also, grass is green. Not purple."
Lia blinked, pulling on her fathers shirt, pulling him toward the door.
"Wow that was quick," he remarked. "Are you planning to keep your hair like that? I'm gonna be honest, your mother should not let you dress yourself."
Scott messed her hair, smirking. Lia bit him, opening the door. Scott looked down at her.
"So...about talking?"
"Out," Lia pointed to her door. Scott shrugged.
"Better than nothing I guess."
Lia slammed the door behind him. Scott sighed feeling refreshed. Few things made him happy. But Annoying his children?
It gave him a little bit of joy.
He strutted back into his bedroom. "You're the last person in this house I have to annoy, Ana."
He put his arm around her. "But I've annoyed you so much by existing, I think my job is done."
He kissed her cheek. Ana just smiled.
"I can't believe I missed you."
"Me either," Scott grinned. "Because you're dead. DOA. Dead on arrival. Mine of course. Now I'd like a blow job. The least you could've done was fuck me. Get with the program,"
Scott grinned. It was good to be back.
