The Anti-Social Social Club [Stardew Valley Sebastian x Female Player (OFC)]

Chapter Twenty-Nine

I had stared at those two words floating in the gray bubble of the nearly empty text conversation between Sebastian and myself for nearly twenty minutes as I wrestled with my ever changing decision over his request.

I'm gonna go.

No, I'm not.

Yes, I am. Just do it. Why not?

Don't do it. You're going to regret it.

I didn't go. I put my phone to sleep, with the text conversation still up on the screen and placed my phone face down on the bedside table so I wouldn't be tempted if he tried again. My body wanted to go. My mind reasoned with me not to.

I laid in bed, wide awake and let thoughts of Sebastian drift through my mind as I fiddled with the ring piercing he had put in my ear last winter. And as I laid there, toying with the jewelry, distant memories of my father started to fade in, pushing Sebastian out. I hadn't spoken to him in over a year now; not ever since he called me that one fateful day to tell me about grandpa's farm. I felt I owed him thanks for bringing me here, but when I thought about all the things he had done, I retracted that idea.

When I reached my teenagedom, I revisited the ever so troublesome topic of grandpa and Stardew Valley with my father. It had been on my mind ever since that day I left and never went back. I wanted to know why I was banished from this place all of a sudden; what the people there I had grown to love were doing; what grandpa was doing and why he didn't want to see me anymore. At first, I thought it was something I had done. Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to do those silly, juvenile things with Abigail and that's why grandpa was mad at me. I also wondered why my mother didn't love me anymore. Why, when I came home from Stardew Valley that one summer, my mother had left without a trace or a goodbye.

"Why can't I go back and see him?" I pressed my father one night after I knew he had been drinking and his guard was down. If I caught him at just the right spot before he drank himself into complete oblivion, maybe I could trick him into telling me the truth for once.

"Because I told you no." My father asserted, his arms crossed over his chest defensively.

"That's not a good enough reason, Dad." I argued, knowing he was hiding something but I couldn't ever figure out what.

"That side of your family doesn't want anything to do with us anymore, Stella. It's just you and I now. You have to accept that." My father said. That was always what he said whenever I brought up the topic.

I shook my head defiantly. I was tired of accepting that as an answer. "What about mom? What happened to her? Where did she go?" I continued to pry, hoping that if I was persistent enough, he would just give in and finally tell me. When I returned home for good all those years ago, all he had said was mom was gone and she wasn't coming back. He gave me no other explanation and my young brain couldn't understand why a parent would just up and leave their child, especially a mother. Even to this day, I couldn't understand how you could carry a child inside of you for nine months, give birth to her, nurse her, care for her, and then one day, disappear without a trace.

I watched my father reach into the fridge and grab another beer, cracking open the top with a crisp hiss before turning to me with a tired, agitated expression on his face. "I'm done with this." He said as he tried to push past me out of the kitchen and into the living room.

"Just tell me about mom." I urged, hoping to at least get something out of him. If he wouldn't tell me about grandpa and Stardew Valley, at least give me this one bit of satisfaction—just to know what happened to her and why she left me.