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In which a love morally forbidden by society becomes to potent to ignore.
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"I love you, Eden."
"I love you, Huxley."
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Previously titled 'White Ca...
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GRACIE KING
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. Eden was giggling beside me like a Chihuahua fucking loaded on Ketamine.
Disgust rushed through me as I watched my dickhead father, who was shotgunning a fucken Fat Lamb.
I gagged, recalling the last and only time I ever had a fucking Fat Lamb. I was 17 and at a family barbecue. All the 'adults' were drinking; Eden's parents, grandma and grandpa. Mum was drinking too but she doesn't count as a human let alone an adult. Dad wasn't drinking though, the only time he drank was when mum was away from him for more than two days. I always wondered why but I just thought he wanted to set a good example for us kids or something. Now I know, he didn't want to lower his inhibitions.
I frowned, uncomfortable with the hurt passing through me, the one I had become accustomed to.
I looked back to my dad, remembering the way he walked up to me at the family barbecue.
I raised my eyebrows as my dad ended towards me with a smirk on his face and a Fat Lamb in his hand. He held the can up to me and shook it.
"If you can shotgun this whole can, I'll let you drink for me the rest of the night," he said.
I ran my tongue on the inside of my cheek, contemplating. If I bothered to look I could see Eden shaking her head out of the corner of my eye.
I had already gotten drunk many times since my 16th birthday and each time my father proudly instigated it. From that experience, I knew I wasn't a heavyweight drinker but I wasn't a lightweight either. I was that uncomfortable spot in between; the medium-weight drinker. And as a cocky 17-year-old Australian I was always down for any opportunities to drink alcohol while simultaneously one-upping and impressing my dad.
Making him proud was a priority of mine.
With that in mind, I looked at the can then at his eyes and said, "Challenge accepted."
I could only barely hear the way Eden grimaced amongst the chatter but the uneasy expression on her face as she looked at the Fat Lamb in my dad's hand went unnoticed by me entirely.
I paused my story midway, derailing in a completely different direction. You know, come to think of it, my dad and Eden were really fucking obvious in their affection towards each other, even in their subtlety. His eyes always brightened a little more when she was around and she was always sneaking a side glance at him with a small smile.
