Children of a gayer breed

Four

"RITA!!!!" Jenna yelled as she woke.

 I nearly jumped out of my seat yelling, “What?!”

“Where is we??” Jenna cried as she got out of bed.

 “At our dad’s place. Let’s go home Jenna,” I got up and took her hand as I spoke. There was no

use for us to stay with Gackt and Chacha, because we know we weren’t wanted.

We went to the door and began getting our shoes when, “Hey. Where are you girls going?” Gackt was in the doorway looking at us very confused.

“Home,” I stated blankly, “We know when we are overstaying our welcome. Goodbye, Mr. Gackt.”

He stared blankly at us as we walked away. I’m sure he was surprised to see us go, because we were stopped halfway to the park by a black car. The passenger rolled the window down and said, “Girls. Let me give you a lift. It’s at least I can do.”

“No thank you,” I answered Gackt calmly, “walking is good for the heart.”

“But Rita,” Jenna squeaked, “my feet hurt badly.”

“See. Come on, Jenna, daddy Gackt will drive you to school.” Gackt smiled as he opened the door for an overly happy Jenna. He ruffled her hair as she got in and said, “Come now Rita. I’m sure you are sore as well.”

“Fine,” I pouted as I got into the passenger seat.

Gackt tapped the steering wheel to the beat of the radio as he drove. Jenna danced in the back like she always does to good music and i couldn’t help but smile. She kissed my cheek as we parked at her school. The kids of her class stared in awe as Gackt waved good-bye to her and drove off with me. I was now stuck with my “dad” and he was overly happy. He smiled over at me and asked, “Where are we going now, princess?”

“Don’t call me princess,” I spat, “and to the dinner on the next block. That why I can pick up Jenna on my break.”

“I can pick her up,” Gackt smiled as he drove.

“No thank you. I got it. I have been picking her up for the past year now. It would be weird if my father got her,” I said as I watched the lines of the road.

“You can call me dad. It’s alright,” Gackt spoke.

“No. I’m good with what i call you,” I said in a rude tone.

There was a long silent pause before, “Do you work at this dinner, Rita?”

“No.”

“Then why don’t we go job hunting?”

“No thanks.”

“It will be fun.”

“No.”

“Too bad,” Gackt turned sharply down a road. He smiled goofily and said, “You told me where you were going to apply to, so we are going to get you some interviews.”

I spent the rest of my day with Gackt “job hunting”. It was actually pretty fun. We laughed all day, Gackt bought Jenna and I some nice clothes (because we didn’t own any), we applied me to five jobs, and had You pick up Jenna from school. It was actually a pretty fun day. It was fun until, I took Gackt to where Jenna and I had been living.

Jenna and I had been living in the cheapest apartment we could find. It was a one room everything. There was a bed in the back that pushed up into a wall, a sink and toilet next to the bed area, a stoven on the other side of the room, and there was a trunk on the spare wall with all of Jenna’s toys in it. I walked in like it was nothing, but Gackt stayed in the doorway and stared like it our home was a murder scene. I packed what little clothes I had into a backpack and grabbed started to walk out. Gackt grabbed me and said, “I won’t allow you to live like this.”

“It’s fine. Really. Can you let me go? I need to go to the laundromat,” I said as I tried to do my chores.

Gackt lifted me up and flung me around his shoulder, “No. You are living with me young lady, and thats final.”

He locked me in his car and went inside our apartment. He put our sheets, Jenna’s toy, and my books in the trunk of his car. I crossed my arms and said, “This is counted as kidnapping, you know.”

“No it’s not,” Gackt said as he drove away with me, “because I’m your father.”

“I thought you wanted to be called dad?” I asked.

“I just got you to call me dad,” Gackt chuckled.

I pouted in defeat as he drove us back to his mansion.