Camryn Quinn is finally getting what she wants...sort of. Moving into a dorm and away from her not so supportive father is a good first step, but like everything with him-it comes with strings. She must attend the college of his choosing for at leas...
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Alyssa pulls her car into the driveway and attempts to park in the space underneath the concrete mounted basketball rim that many PIG tournaments have been held on over the years.
"Not here," I command.
"I don't want to block anyone in!" Her voice comes out mousy forcing me to roll my eyes. Of course her brain's initial response is to not block in my brother's black BMW that's parked on the opposite side of the driveway.
"You have it all wrong. We are the last to arrive because Cal's car is already here. We need to park behind him so we have to leave first when he no doubt makes up an excuse like studying for a biology midterm, when he sure as hell isn't going to study for his midterms so it's really code for I promised Samantha I would sex her up tonight so when he has to leave, we do too because we're blocking him in." I'm exhausted by the time I finish the run on sentence, but I need to convey the seriousness to Alyssa.
Alyssa doesn't put the car in reverse and continues to stare in my direction as she asks, "Who's Samantha?"
"Keep up! Let's go, chop chop! Reverse and pull behind him." I mimic the motions I want her to do with my hand.
"I'm too hungover to even try and understand you right now," she says as she finally follows my directions.
"Good," I acknowledge as I step out of the car and pull my jean skirt down and adjust the t-shirt tucked into it. An outfit I picked for the sole purpose of pissing my father off when he reads it and tells me offensive language is not allowed in his house. The real treat will come when he asks what 'Fuck the Patriarchy' means and I get the pleasure of telling him that he is the patriarchy. This outfit is the least I could do since I agreed to come to dinner without making him beg. I'm owed at least some semblance of who I am.
I was actually a little caught off guard when I heard myself agree, the words coming out so certain on the phone. I think maybe my willingness stems from the fact that I've been successfully avoiding face to face interactions with my father and had limited phone calls as well. And perhaps the fact that if I cut off all contact too quickly, the interactions will become unannounced, and even more unwelcome.
I've just assumed that my father's lack of verbal and physical communication was because Cal has been funneling him information. It wouldn't be the first time that my father has used my brother to get to me. My father knows that no matter what our twin connection leaves me unable to fully ignore Cal. No matter how unbearable, his persistence and groveling will penetrate me eventually. But even Cal has backed off in the last couple of weeks. Not that Alyssa would let him completely, they still talk, meaning that I run into him more than I would like to.
"Your house is enormous, you actually grew up here? I mean a gate at the entrance was a sign it was a mansion but this is insane! Is that a separate guest house? And what is this, like 10 acres?" Alyssa says as we exit the car that she successfully parked behind Cal, and begin walking up the curving sidewalk leading to the front door.
