His serpent secret? FP Jones

Chapter three- FP Jones

It takes a while for me to digest his ridiculously, good looks. From his neatly trimmed beard to his manly build.
"So your dad here told me I'm gonna have to teach you how to ride?" He raises a brow. I try not to perceive what he says as sexual. But everything seems sexual when it's delivered from his lips.
"Yeah, I guess so." I say, finally plucking up enough confidence to act like I don't care when I realise he's twice my age.
"But why aren't you teaching me?" I scowl, shooting my gaze at dad,confused, as dads always been the one too teach me everything, from walking to talking to riding my first baby bike.. I guess he had no choice though, considering mom didn't bother.
"Honey, there's something I have to tell you." Dad says and I assume the worse. Please tell me he's not going to die and leave me without another parent.
"Me and a few other south siders have to take care of some business a couple hours away, but we'll be back soon, maybe in a few days. " He announces, I sigh with relief but am also a bit pissed.
"Oh so, I'm just gonna be alone for those few days you're away?" I huff. Realising I'm sounding like a little girl with separation anxiety.
"No, FP here is going to look after you while I'm gone. He's a trusted friend and a fellow serpent. When i die he'll be taking over my role of serpent King." Dad informs me.
"When you die, this guy will already be dead. Dad he's about seven years older than you!" I attempt to mask the anger boiling up inside of me, which surprisingly isn't related to the fact that FP will be taking over dads royalty duties in about forty years time, but because of the fact that dads leaving for however long.
"Honey, calm down!" Dad sighs.
"Yeah you better watch it." FP wags a finger in my direction. Is he seriously threatening me? Not to mention the fact I'm now classed as their queen.
"Or what? Old man.." I fold my arms against my chest. Readying myself for whatever this dude is going to do next.
FP is just about to pounce, when dad places a palm on FP's chest causing a wall between us.
"Hey. What's the serpent law huh? We don't hurt one of our own! So hopefully when I'm away you two can resolve your differences and when I get back hopefully you will be bestfriends!" Dad chuckles at the last part.
I pout like a toddler, refusing to meet his gaze. I'd rather spend the next few days sleeping in a ditch ,naked, than have this stuck up dickface babysit me.

We arrive back at home, luckily leaving that prat at the White Wyrm. Dad throws his leather jacket onto the couch. Anger flooding his callow green eyes.
The last time he was angry with me was when I was 5 and I spilled my juice over his important paperwork.
Is it because I disrespected his old friend? No no no, he disrespected me!
"Why did you do that, Rosalyn?!" Him using my full name is just one indication that he's angry.
"Because you're leaving me daddy! With a stranger! Why not on my own? I'd rather that!" I force back my tears and scold myself for being so sensitive.
"Because first of all you didn't look to pleased to be left alone and second of all, I'm not happy with you staying on your own. You're under 18 Rosa!" He yells. Pacing the room, I can almost see the aggravation surrounding him.
I resist the urge to scream. I resist the urge to tell him not to leave me. Part of the reason I'm so sensitive about this subject is because one day my mother left and she never came back. I know daddy's not like that, but then again I didn't think mommy was like that either.
I swallow hard, as if to push down all the anger and sadness deep into the pit of my stomach.
"So when is he coming? FP. To babysit me?" I manage to say, my voice almost a whisper. I snort at the name FP ..you can never trust a guy with a two lettered name.. I've learned that from way too many movies.
"Well I'm leaving in an hour, so in about two."
"You're leaving in an hour?" I raise my voice into a loud whisper. Trying to remain calm.
"I'm sorry honey, but it's a delicate matter and needs to be dealt with immediately." Dad remarks. All I say is fine, before disappearing upstairs.

Later that evening, a bang occurs from downstairs. I jolt up, grasping my nearest defence weapon which is, fortunately, a baseball bat. Flashbacks race through my mind of me and daddy in the back garden, me being a much younger and smaller version of myself and dad, a less wrinkled version, although he's not much wrinkled now anyways. But all I Remember is him teaching me the amazing sport which is baseball and so we bonded over it for a while , it was really our only escape from the heartbreak that mom caused us. We stopped after a while though when he became even more involved, than he already was, with the serpents.
I make my way downstairs, taking care in each step I take and relying on the tips of my toes to keep me upright.
As I take the final step, FP emerges from the kitchen. Cradling a pint of beer.
"What was all the fucking noise? You scared me to death!" I squeal.
He smirks, scanning me up and down. From my baggy white tee to my long, bare legs.
I cross them over, not knowing what I'm trying to hide. He can see just the same amount of skin as before.
"What's so funny?" I shoot him a scowl.
He shrugs. Leaving me filled with frustration as he disappears into the lounge.
So this is what I'm going to have to put up with for the next few days.