One more chance

Chapter 3

'I don't know.'
Alex now said, answering to my previous question. But still, I couldn't understand why he left. So I gave him a blank look. 'I was no father material back then, I was naive, selfish, and stupid. If I have stayed, you would've wished I had run that day.'

'No, I would not. You're my dad, and everyone deserves to know both of their parents.' I answered. 'You know what made me come here? And don't even dare to say those letters.' I was getting angrier. 'I wanted to see you since I was 6. The first time in my life I had enough guts to go and ask mom who the hell were you. And since then, no more " a stork brought me to the world!" And I had no fucking idea where the hell were you!' Ok, now I had no control over my voice.
'But about a week ago, I found those letters, so I said, hey! Here's my chance to get all the answers I wanted! And, do you know we live in the same city? So don't start with that bullshit again, and tell me why did you leave?!'
'Because I was scared OKAY!' He shouted, more like exploded. 'I was afraid that I wouldn't be the father you wanted me to be.' He relaxed a bit. 'I'm sorry. I truly am. But Sarah did a better work raising you without me.'
We stood there for a while. I couldn't believe what I heard. Maybe he was right. My mom was great, it's like if she was born to be a mother, but my dad, for what I knew, was the exact opposite. So instead of keeping up this useless fight, I took a deep breath and said,
'So, you asked me about school, Stanford and my boyfriend, right?'
He got the message of the white flag, and answered, 'Yeah, first of all school and Stanford, tell me about it.'
'Ok, um..' I chuckled, 'well, I love Literature, and and I wanna be a journalist when I finish college, and I also like History. And, well, as I told you before, I have great grades and my Literature teacher send Stanford the letter of recommendation I needed to get in.'
'Whoa, seems to me you have everything right on track.' He said surprised to hear how 2 women he thought were similar, who are related, seemed to handle High school so differently. I nodded. 'And what about your...um.. boyfriend?' He coughed.
'Right, Cam. He's great. I really like him. He makes me laugh, a lot, and when I'm with him, I feel settled. Like if that's the place where I'm supposed to be.'
'And, um, I don't know if I can ask this as a dad, but...' he started talking with his voice shaking. I knew what he was going to say. 'Have you BEEN with your boyfriend?'
I laughed slightly. 'Oh, dear no. I already told him I wanted to wait till, I finish school and have really clear that I love my first.'
He exhaled really loud. 'Oh god, that's great... And your friends?' He changed the subject suddenly.
'Oh, okay. Well, I have great friends who I know since kindergarten and others who came on the way. Their names are, Sophie, Stella, Serena, Rachel, Peyton and Bailey, and, I don't know if you had any influence on my name, but it's Parker.'
'Parker.' He said with a half smile. 'You know the girlfriend I used to date? Before..'
'You screwed up?' I asked.
'Exactly. Her name was Parker. You know, there's a part of the story you missed.'
'Really? What happened that I don't know?' I asked again curious about my parents' past.
'Parker and Sarah were best friends, like if they were one instead of 2. They told each other everything. Until they didn't. Sarah started with her crush for me, but felt guilty about it, so when she slept with me, your mom didn't know what to do but to tell Parker immediately. And she never got to forgive Sarah. So she never got to forgive herself.'
'Wow.' I couldn't believe what I have just heard! Suddenly, just one thought invaded my mind. 'Hey, would you do me a favor?' He nodded. 'Let's go talk to mom.'