"Jake, I need to go pick up some pain medication. Can you take me?" Taylor asks quietly whilst picking up an old cap of mine and her sunglasses
"Sure thing"
She gives me a half smile as she passes by but I don't say anything because I have a shit storm of emotions going on inside.
Jake says his goodbyes and then the two of them head to the elevator and I stand with my hands on my front door, knowing my dad is going to want to know what the fuck I'm playing at when I haven't got the first idea what to tell him.
I hear him disappearing down the hallway and into the kitchen, the refrigerator opens oand then slams shut
"No beer Trav?!" He bellows and I dip my head, heave in a breath and then turn and walk into the confrontation I know is coming
"I haven't been shopping"
"You never go shopping!"
He's right, my housekeeper normally just stocks me up with beer when I'm running low but since all this shit went down with Taylor I just haven't been in the mood to get wasted
"Grab your stuff, we're going out"
"No I can't, I'm heading down to the studio to hear the first cut of the new album I just came back to..." My dads face is darkening by the second and I feel a ball of anxiety in my gut. I have never argued with my dad sober, usually it's some drunken disagreement that we hug out but a sober argument is different, a sober argument you know and mean exactly what you are saying
"To check on her"
And here we go...
"Her name's Taylor dad"
"I don't give a fuck what her name is Travis, what the fuck is a girl like that doing here in your apartment?"
"She's just staying here for a while because she can't go home after what happened"
He shakes his head and puts his hands on his hips and glares at me and I can almost feel the disappointment radiating from him
"She has money, she could stay in a hotel, she has at least one friend I'm sure that she could have stayed with. Why you? Why here?"
How do I explain this?
That she's here because we were making out and it got complicated?
That when they said she was being discharged I couldn't bare the thought of her being anywhere I wasn't?
This is my dad and he thinks I'm the God of Rock and Roll.
I don't date, I don't catch feelings, I drink and fuck and fight and he's proud of that. I don't know how to be anything else without being a disappointment and I have lived my entire life trying not to disappoint my dad
"She's a friend"
"Meaning she's an easy lay"
"No not at all! It isn't like that" I move into the lounge and take a seat on the sofa covering my face with my hands and wondering what the fuck I am doing with my life "She almost died dad"
"Not your responsibility son" he follows me in but doesn't sit, instead he stands by the door in his black boots, ripped denim jeans, Led Zeppelin T-shirt and black leather jacket.
That's my dad, the way he has looked since he was a teenager, even marriage and kids didn't change him he still parties hard and rocks harder and here I am, changing right in front of his eyes
"Look its... I know you don't like the music she makes or the scene she's part of"
"I hate every fuckin thing she stands for"
