Daddy Dearest

Chapter 9: Strong Tactic

I prefer weed than cigarettes. Just saying... lmao!! 
But hey, if nicotine float your boats... I ain't finna judge ya. 
I used smoke a pack a day and just like that, stopped.
I don't remember it being hard to do though; which is weird, since everyone says it's hard. 

Enjoy this little emotional piece as Jaden speaks his heart. 
Onee-chan. 

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Jaden's POV

The wind was kissing the back of my neck. I had been sitting outside of my window, on top of the roof smoking a cigarette. It felt so weird having my neck exposed. My head felt lighter and strange without the weight of my hair no longer there. This was Neil's idea of comforting my broken teenage heart. 

I was in a really bad state when I arrived at his house and to top it off, I reached at a very bad time. His Mom was in one of her bad moods and going on about somebody from her church, who in her eyes, was being a hypocrite. I wasn't really listening to her ranting. Neil ushered me into his room quickly escaping from his mother to avoid listening to her too. 

No sooner were we behind his room door, did I start spilling my guts and tears to and on him. He sat there on his bed quietly listening to me vent as I cried hysterically. Patting my back light, he said, "Well, I did say to prepare yourself for anything. On the bright side, from what I heard, you weren't fully rejected," he mused thoughtfully. "I mean, you had started crying like you did just now, more than likely he wouldn't be able to say no."  

Closing my eyes at an attempt to control my breathing, I tried to relax. The tip of my fingers were still tracing my lips absently. Blake's pressure could still be felt as if he'd left an imprint on them. "He gave me back my kiss," I said sadly looking down on my hands. 

"That's a pretty cheeky thing you did though," he snickered despite my mood. "Without noticing what you did, you gave him an excuse to kiss you without making him feel guilty about it."

Smiling, I elbowed him lightly as I sighed. "I just wish I didn't feel so... empty about it." A moment of silence passed, and we let it take over for a minute. 

But Neil wasn't much for silence. "I know! Let's cut your hair."

"Huh?"

"A make-over," he stated and I grimaced at how girlish that sounded. "Correction: a change of look."

It no time was he chopping off my hair. He did a damn good job of cutting my hair for his first time with a pair of scissors. Although I didn't want to admit it, I had to say that it looked really came out well. During the time I was being groomed, Blake had started to call and I just wouldn't answer. I could see Neil's Mom getting frustrated by the annoying amount of times Blake rang. 

"I wonder, if we weren't related, would it go smoother? It's not as if I'm some lawless-killing-boredom kind of kid. I wouldn't do stuff like this if I wasn't serious about it," I said mostly to myself. "I just wish there was a way of showing him." 

Neil dusted off the excess hair that had fell on my shoulders and walked into his closet taking out a box. Throwing the box at me, I caught it staring at it strangely. "What's this?" I asked. 

"Check it out," he said grinning. 

Opening the box, my jaw dropped. "You actually got the DNA Kit? Shit, but the instructions are in German." 

"Google translate, my little dramalicious gay friend of mine, but then again, I think you should ask your Uncle to do it for you. It needs to be submitted by an adult," he said. "Plus, I'm curious. Are you really his son? Isn't there some type of gene in our body that makes us naturally reject relatives as possible mates?"