My first thought was that it was a joke, so I laughed. So my father's reaction was that I had taken it amazingly, so he breathed a sigh of relief. To which I stopped short, almost comically and stared at him with huge eyes. Silence follows for what for him, must have seemed like forever, for me it wasn't long enough. I processed everything he had ever said to me in our three weeks together. He had never mentioned someone special. Never suggested I should get a boyfriend. Never did he bring up anything in anyway sexual. In short I was mind blown. I got up from that old rickety table, because it was not sturdy enough for my emotions right now and went to the sink. I felt like I was going to vomit. It didn't happen so I turned to face my Dad, and the first thought that came into my head was
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
He looked surprised that I was that quick to get to that stage, and hurriedly replied that 'no he did not, because he broke it off with a guy when he discovered he was going to be having me for the next few years and a boyfriend was no longer a concern'. He was surprised by my look of horror.
"What if he was the one?"
He laughed. "He definitely wasn't, it was just sex with us."
He put his hands up because clearly I wasn't quite ready to be discussing gay sex with my father. I couldn't stop looking at him. A more reasonable question came into my head.
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General FictionI was 15 when I was involved in a spree that killed my mother and everyone else in a small diner on the edge of Chicago. Now,I have changed my name and moved to New York to live with my "father". Who I haven't seen in a decade. I guess, I should mak...