Evil Unbound (Litrpg)

Chapter 9

Del didn't like how this gaming company had been following him and also breaking and entering in his own motel room. He looked at the phone number on the card and was about to dial the number on his phone, when he received a call. It was his dad. He hadn't talked to him a year and a half.
"Hello," Del said.
"Hey son, it's your dad. How are you doing?"
"It's been awhile. You know I'm getting a divorce." He said
"Sorry son. I know we haven't talked in a while. But you know I have a new girlfriend. She's really into family and she wanted me to see how you doing."
"I'm not doing too well."
"We should go to dinner. And have a talk. What do you say son?"
"Will your girlfriend be there?"
"No, just us."
His dad never really invited him to dinner and if he did he would bring one of his whores. He was surprised his dad wanted to see him alone. Del was not drunk but little tipsy. Even though he already ate, he could eat again.
His dad thought his silence was a no. His dad said, "Come on Del we haven't talked for a long time. And I want to tell you something that we need speak about face to face. We can have a few drinks."
Del said "Ok, if your buying."
"Okay, let's meet in Long Beach."
"I'm in San Pedro right now. It'll take me awhile to get there."
"Yeah, I also heard about your job closing down. I can help you out if you need money. But that's not what I want to talk to you about. You can meet me at the fish and grill bar close to PCH. I'm buying."
"Okay, I'll meet you there."

***

Dell walked into into the Fish and Grill bar and restaurant. It took him forty-five minutes to get there. He sobered up while he drove. When his parents were together, they would take him here almost every Friday or Saturday. He always thought the place looked beautiful with is dark oak leather chairs and maritime decor. There was a large salt water fish tank in the front. He would stare at the color fish as they swam inside. His dad had a regular seat and it was in the bar area which over look the boats moored on the small pier.
Now, he thought his parents liked it because the drinks were strong. His dad was sitting in the bar, he was talking to the cocktail waitress. She was giggling at something his dad said. Del shook his head. His dad was always flirtatious with the ladies, even his own wife. Marion thought his dad was a playboy and a womanizer. She was right.
Del sided up toward the bar and sat across from his dad.
"Hi dad," Dell said
"Son give me a hug."
They both stood and Del moved awkwardly around the table and gave his dad a hug. His dad looked the same. He was dress nice like a well to do older man in a dark gray polo shirt and jeans. He had gray frosting the sides of his heat. He was trim with strong arms and chest. His dad worked out.
His dad's blue eyes looked at him. His dad always reminded him as a Hollywood actor or director. He wondered if his dad ever tried to be an actor. But he was a car salesman and he was good at it. He made lots of money selling cars. Del sat across from him and ordered a beer and some food from the waitress. And waited for his dad to drop some type of bombshell news.
His dad said, "Son you like crap. What's been happening? I know that you're getting a divorce but you don't look good."
"Dad, I got suspended at work and I am getting a divorce. Nothing is working right."
"Have you talk to your daughter? Always talk to your to your kids."
Del nodded. "You're right. I haven't talk to her."
Del tried not to smirked. His dad was giving advice that he doesn't know a thing about. They hardly talk. The waitress got his beer and he drank it from the bottle. He was feeling more drunk now. A big plate of fish and chips were placed in front of him. He was hungry even though he had a cheeseburger a few hours ago. Del grabbed a few pieces of the fried fish and started to eat.
"Don't what you ever eat. You seemed like you're starving," his dad said, "So what's all this about you getting a divorce?"
"Marion is not happy. She blames it on my drinking. I don't know." Del said through mouthfuls of food.
"Yes, I felt the same when your mother game me the divorce paperwork. I didn't know she was unhappy."
"I have some money saved. I just don't know what to do when my wife. I want to get back together with her, but I screwed everything up," Del said.
"I like Marion," his dad said, "she is very nice. She gave you your daughter. You have to figure out if you could salvage your marriage."
"Yes, like your mom," Del said
"Okay, that was over long time ago. We were going apart and she didn't like any of my interests."
Del shook his head. He knew what his dad's interest was. It was the sales lady at his job. His mom found out he was sleeping around with some girl at his job. And that's what really broke apart. Yet, Del didn't want to bring up right now. His dad never knew that Del knew about the affair. It was one of the unsaid subjects.
"Yes," Del nodded. "But I don't know what broke us apart. Maybe, she's seeing somebody,"
"Sorry son."
His dad started to eat his large steak. They were silent for a while.
"You should tell her son," his father said, "that you want to get back together. It didn't work with your mom, but it might work with Marion."
"I don't know. I need to change me life. I have to find a job. If I could show her that I'm different maybe she will come back. I need to stop drinking."
His dad said "Since you are jobless right now. I wanted to tell you that now if you want to work for me. I'm an owner now at the Honda Universe Dealership."
Del didn't want to be salesman. He didn't have his dad's gifts to charm prospective customers.
His dad said, "This happen a few months ago. I signed the papers and I am basically a a millionaire. I could get you a job. We have chain of dealerships on the West Coast. I can get you as sales position or maybe something else. I know you could sell cars like your old man. You even have my looks."
"I don't know if I can sell cars like you do."
"You talk to a lot of people at your customer service job. It should be easy. We will train you."
Del took another piece of his fish and dabbed it with tartar sauce and ate it. He knew selling cars was not easy. He recalled the many times his dad would come home at his work and complained about customers and not selling any cars.
His dad said, "Son, maybe instead of going back to your wife, you play the field." He winked at him. "I think the waitress likes you."
Del had noticed her when he ordered. The waitress was a beautiful blond.
"Dad, no I think I should stay away from girls for now."
"Ok son. His dad sat back in his chair. He almost finished his large steak. "I just bought a new home in Newport Beach with several summer rooms. You could stay there for free if you too. You could me might New girl. You don't even have to pay rent. Come home."
Dell was shocked. His dad had never offered to stay with him. His mom always struggled financially when Del was younger. Even though, his dad paid for alimony. It was not enough to raise him. Del wondered if this was his dad's way to assuage his guilt.
Dell said, "What does your girlfriend think about this?"
"She will be fine with it. Bring all your stuff over. I'll help you out with with the divorce paperwork. I have a lawyer. I don't want you to be screwed."
Del said, "Let me think about it. I will call, my daughter, Lindy. I think that was good advice and I think if I stop drinking I can save my marriage."
"Good luck. It didn't work with your mom. When I tried to get back together with her, your mom laughed at me. The invitation still stands. You can stay at my house."

***

Dell drove home to his little motel room in San Pedro. He was thinking about his dad. He almost took his dad's offer but something made him wary. Yet, he was not sure about his girlfriend. He had never met her before. Del should at least meet her before he met his mind.
Yet, he had been independent for so long. Growing up with a mom who drank too much and sometimes forget to pick him up from school or feed him dinner made him very self-sufficient. It would solve a few things. Then he thought about his wife and about trying to get his marriage back together. He hoped she will give him a shot.
He drove into the parking lot of the motel hotel and stopped right in front of his room. He took out his phone it was down to eighty-five percent. And he decided to call his wife and also talk to his daughter. He dialed the phone number. It rang.
"Hello," it was a man's voice.
Del was shocked at first. He wanted to ask who this was then realized it was none of his business. Del hung up the phone.
He shook his head. He was furious and he wanted to talk to his wife right now and find out who this guy was in his house. And was his daughter there with this stranger. He was too livid to talk to Marion. He wanted more alcohol something that would quench his thirst and depression.
His phone started ringing; it was his his wife. He wondered how she knew he called but he forgot his wife's phone has caller ID. He didn't pick up. He was too mad. The phone call went to voicemail. He opened his door went into his room. Stumbling into his room, he saw that he had still some beer and rum and soda left.
Even though his beer was warm, he drank it and also chugged down the rest of his rum. He felt good. The edges of his sight looked fuzzy. The lamp looked funny. He smiled and he laughed. He felt better but he was tired. He flopped on his bed and closed his eyes.
He heard a loud banging. It kept going on and on. Del moaned and opened his eyes. Everything around him seemed to be moving side to side like vertigo.
He croaked, "who's there?"
"It's John. I have been trying to call and text you for several hours. Are you ok?"
Del stumbled to the door and opened it. He saw John's silhouette in the doorway. He came in and sat on Del's only chair.
Dell said, "What time is it?"
"I think it's midnight. I'm not quite sure."
"How's your date?"
"I just got back I wanted to celebrate. So, I was looking for you if you want to have a drink with me. I know that you want to stop drinking but can have a few beers at a bar."
Del said, "You have to drive. I'm too drunk."
"Ok, let's roll."