Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die!

Chapter Thirty Nine - Homecoming? More Like Offend Me Coming

(Anita's Point Of View)

I cannot believe the sight. Patrick is ontop of Bendon grinding his hips against him, his pants pulled down just enough where is butt is exposed where Brenodn's hands are. There is muffled yet loud moaning coming from both of them while they make out feircly, it was kind of hot, but considring it's my fucking dad, it's not anymore or else it would! Okay I'm gunna shut up now.

"D-Dad? U-Uncle Br-Brendon?" I stutter.

Brendon looks over at me like "oh shit" before sitting up making Patrick fall on the floor with a loud thud, I laugh under my breathe at it "We were just uh, are wrestling over the uh...remote! Yeah..." He turns a bright red.

"Hey what was that for!" Patrick exclaims sitting up.

"I'm not stupid Brendon, I know what you two were doing." I mention.

"Sorry you had to see that."

"Huh?" Patrick looks over at me and his eyes widen, "Anita! It's not what it looks like! Please don't tell your dad!"

"Why would I? Whatever you do with Brendon is none of my business." I shrug. It truly isn't though.

A sigh relief comes form both of them, "I'm still teribbly sorry you had to see that." Patrick scratches the back of his head.

"I really don't care Dad." I smile at him before leaving the room running into Pete.

"Whoa! Hey! Watch where you're going!" Pete laughs, "What are you doing back here pumpkin?"

"Patrick's parents made me mad and so before I could do anything worse, I came back here to recollect myself, calm down a bit." I take a quick glance behind me then back into Pete's eyes. He seemed to understand how they made me mad.

"Well, just checking." He walks into the bathroom.



I walk back to where everyone is at and someone grabs my arm, "Hey bitch!"

I look back at the person and it's an older lady, "Yes?"

"Yes?" She mocks, "You are the bitch of my faggot sin aren't you?"

"Yes and don't call my Dad a faggot!" I pull myself away from her grip. I walk over to the couch and sits down next to Spencer.

"I wasn't done with you cunt!" She shouts and everyone looks at her then at me then back at her giving her the deadliest looks. Pete walks into the room at that staement.

"Mom how could you call her a cunt?"

"She told me what to do and actually defending you with you homosexuality. Ha! Who does she think she is?"

"Get out!" Pete yells pointing to the door.

"Son, you donlt disrespect your mother like that."

"Well I am now and it's not like you alwaus disrespect me! Get out! Now!" He practically screams, "And no one calls my daughter a cunt!"

"I'm not going anywhere!" Sje folds her arms.

"Well I'm going to force you then," He picks her up and carried her outside slamming the door behind him.

"Well..." Is all I manage before I cry.

"It's okay Anita, you don't need people like her in your life," Spencer pats my back.

"Thanks," I sniff smiling at him. I get up from the couch, "I'm going to bed goodnight Spenc."

"Goodnight."

I walk to my bedroom, passing through Brendon and Patrick in the hallway as they were about to walk back to the front room, without saying a word with my head down. I jump onto my bed and buries my face into my pillow. I thought this night was going to be good? I guess not. Wait...my room? I'm gunna have to thank Dad One and Dad Two tomorrow.


Two hours pass and I hear a knock on the door, "Sweetheart? May we come in?"

"Yes you may." I turn over and ist up so, I'm not being rude

"Are you okay sweety?" Pete asks while sitting next to me and wipes my tears away, Patrick just stands there awkwardly.

"Not really. Your mom kind of hurt my feelings." I reply.

"I am so sorry about that. Plus, you don't need people like her in your life, and just forget her, what she sadi was meaningless." Pete hugs me.

"Don't be sorry for her actions Dad."

"I'm not sorry for her actions, I'm sorry for the embarrassment she causes us."

"Well, I'm tired, I need sleep."

"Goodnight." They both exclaim. Pete kisses my on the forehead and leaves turning the light off.

I get dressed in my Batman pajamas then lay back down and falls asleep within a matter of seconds.


I wake up fully refreashed in my room. Wow, I never thought my and room would be in the same sentence. I jump out of bed and runs into the front room practically jumping on Patrick and Pete. I exclaim, "Thank you for the room! I love it to death!"

"Your welcome hun!" They both exclaim laughing.

"How is that funny?" I look at them confused.

"Because, your facial expression is pricless." Pete says and Patrick does that adorable nod that he does when he agrees with someone. I roll my eyes and squeeze myself and sits between them, they just put their arms around me. I am not used to tall of this affection I'll tell you that much.

"So, what are you two watching?" I ask.

"Nothing really. The news I guess." Patrick answers.

There is a moment of silence before I speak up again, "Dad? Pete?"

"Yes honey?" They say at the same time.

"I have to tell you something." Suddenly my hands become really fascinating.

"Like what sweetheart?" Patrick asks sympethetically.

"What is it pumpkin? Pete asks.

"This is tough to say..."

"It's okay, we won't judge. I promise." Patrick says.

I sigh before I speak, "Anita isn't actually my real name."