The Darker Side Of Life (Asylum Romance Sequel)

16: Date

A mansion.

That’s what we had picked out as our house, but this time, we were going to do our best to blend in more. The mansion was in the outskirts of town (my father had it built there on purpose), and we were going to use our covers a lot better.

Apparently, my dad had it under construction for the past two years and was going to use it as a present for my mother, and it conveniently finished construction just recently. It was under my father’s name, so we were moved in with no problem at all.

I walked into my parent’s room to find my mother putting on eyeliner around my father’s eyes instead of the more runny makeup he used, she stopped and looked at my father weirdly. “Oh, my. Let’s go back to the other stuff. You look like a diva.”

“Well, I am fabulous.” They started laughing, I held in laughter and walked over to them, hesitant.

“What’s up, honey bunny?” My mother questioned, looking at me. My eye twitched.

“Uhm, well, it’s Friday, and today afterschool, I won’t be home, I’ll be going on a date.”

“Oh! Details!” my mother squealed, hopping in place.

“Is she cute?” my father asked, proudly bumping me on the shoulder.

“Or he! Is the person cute?”

“Ah, yeah, or he, whichever. . .” My father waved. I laughed.

“She. I’m straight.”

“Well, you know, I’ve never heard of you dating anyone so I wasn’t sure of which gender you preferred,” my mom shrugged.

“Yeah I get it,” I spoke. My family was super casual about people being gay. My father could care less if I was gay, which was cool, but I was only into girls. “But yes, she’s cute, her name is Helena.”

“Sounds pretty! Well, have fun, be safe, all that jazz,” my mother spoke, leaving the room for a moment. My dad sighed and handed me a small package.

“What’s—“ I examined it further. It was a condom. My jaw dropped. “DAD, I’m not gonna—“

“If you ever do in the future. I don’t know. I just have to do what dad’s do.”

“How fucking awkward!” I exclaimed, putting the pack in my pocket, cheeks burning.

“I fuckin’ know, but if you have a kid I swear to god I’m going to rip out all of my hair.”

I shuddered. “Kay, gonna go to school now.”

“Have fun, try not to stab any teachers.” He snickered. I smirked.

“I’ll try not to, but you know how my English teacher can be. . .”

My father’s grin widened mischievously. “You are definitely my son.” He slapped my back, I laughed and hugged him, then went on my way to school.

My family’s sense of humor wasn’t too far off, we were just a lot more cynical and mischievous than any other family in Gotham. It made me laugh all the way to the car, where my sister waited with a raised eyebrow. “Talked to dad?”

“Yeah,” I laughed, getting into the car. “Told me not to stab any teachers.”

Layla smirked. “Damn. Another day, I guess.”

We started laughing harder than we should, but we got ourselves together and made our way to school.

~~

I waited by the front of the school for Helena, who walked over to me and smiled.

“Hey, I left my motorcycle at home if that’s okay. Could you take me home after our date?”

“No problem!” I grinned, walking with her to my car. I led her to my nice Mustang, and she eyed me curiously.

“Wealthy?”

“You could say that, yeah.”

We got into the car and drove out of the parking lot. “How was your day?” I questioned.

“Boring. I hate my Chemistry class.”

“Oh, I feel you. I took that class last year. . .I was done the moment I walked in!”

She laughed. “Who did you have?”

“Rinkel.”

“Oh, jeeze! She’s terrible!”

“Exactly,” I laughed. “My father almost paid her a special visit to give her a piece of his mind.”

“Your parents are super involved in your academics?”

“Well, no, but they know I’m a smart kid. I usually get A’s in every class, but I had an F in Chem because I didn’t raise my hand three times a day like I was supposed to.”

“She makes you all ask three questions? Damn, there’d be no more questions left by the time I raised my hand. . .”

“Exactly why my father hated her,” I chuckled. “Said she was screwing up a bunch of kids for fun.”

“Sounds like it. What grade are you getting in English?”

“Right now, a B. I just made everything up for every class I missed, but being gone for three months really takes a toll on grades.”

“Damn! Three months? Why?”

I pulled into a parking space at the movie theater. “Family drama,” I spoke, getting out of the car, rushing over to Helena’s door to open it for her. She smiled and took my hand as I opened her door and put my hand out for her to take to get out.