The Cute Boy & The Normal Girl

Chapter 17: Stranger? {part 2}

Kenneth POV

I gasped. I saw my father for the first time of my life.

I saw my dad for the first time ever. I thought again. Just to make sure it was registered in my brain.

I took a shaky step towards the stairs. My hands were shaky and I felt extremely hot, well as in sweaty hot, but I do know I look good.

Not the time Kenneth! This is serious! My brain reminded me. My brain is right. I need to take this seriously.

How come I didn't know he was my father? I mean, I know I haven't seen him for the past 18 years now, but this was just something I was supposed to just know with no evidence needed. But how was I so sure he was my dad? I had asked my mom before when I was 9, she had told me he moved to back to New Jersey when they both had first found out she was pregnant. He did have a heavy accent when he spoke.

But how is it that I managed to go to that particular bar and meet my dad on that particular night? What if my mom knew he was in town? Would she have told me? Dammit, I should've gave him my phone number!

Me bumping into something brought me back down to Earth. It was my room door, I must have been too occupied to notice I was already at my room.

I twisted and pushed open my room door and immediately went to my bathroom. I looked at myself in my mirror.

All the color on my face was drained and my eyes told me I'd just seen a ghost. But I didn't. It was my dad. It felt so unreal, like a dream. But the only thing that makes them different is, I didn't know.

It makes me really sad to know that I didn't even know my dad after I'd just seen him.

What if he knew I was his kid? Was he gonna own up to it if I were to tell him? I took in a deep breath and exhaled through my nose roughly.

I need so rest. A lot. And then tomorrow I'll go back to the bar and confront him. But I think I should tell my mom. But then if I do, she'll probably make us move across the country!

I gasped. I have an idea! I can trick my dad into coming over to my house and have my mom and dad see each other again! I always wondered as a kid was it would be like if he were to ever come back.

Sometimes, when I went over to Jamal's house, I lowkey was jealous of him. He had everything. I nice mom who always supports him, a dad that'll guide him through everything and always give him his fatherly advice on girls, a nice sister who always reminded me of those perky brunettes in the movies. They always ate dinner together and had what they call "family bonding time" where they go out to the park and have picnics. His mom would always ask if I wanted to join, I only went once because other times I would decline because I didn't wanna mess up there bonding time.

Jamal always is complaining and tells me I'm lucky.

If only he knew. He knows that my dad isn't in my life, but if he knew what my mom and sister were like, I'm sure that would change.

He doesn't know how they are. None of my friends do because the only time I invite them is when mom's at work or at a conference and when Keshia's over at her friend Savannah's house or with our family. They all know my whole story, but I never told them how my mom or sister was.

I sighed and left the bathroom. I took off my shirt as I passed by my dresser and was going to my bed. I paused and turned back around to my dresser. I saw the picture Mackenna took of us on our picnic.

I smiled and felt my eyes began to water. Damn, I was acting like she died. I laughed a little under my breath. I hope she's okay.

I gasped. I'm such an asshole! I didn't even visit her in the hospital! I grabbed my shirt and keys. I was about to fly open my door until I remembered it was almost 2 in the morning. I quietly opened my room door and quickly tip-toed down the hallway and to the stairs. As I just was about to go down the stairs, I heard a small creak from a door.