ᴹᴬᴿᴳᴼ & ᴬᴺᴬᴸᴵᴱˢᴱ

~2

the spoiled child.

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"Analiese,you've come to visit!" My father called from the other side of the glass.

I rolled my eyes, twirling my hair with my left hand but holding the phone with my right hand.

"I wish I hadn't," I groaned.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

"I don't think I have to answer that."

"Well than how come you've come visit me for the second time this week. I really hope it's not that you like the attention,"

"How dare you even imply that! I'm here for my father!"

"I'm your father."

"No. You lost that when you got arrested and tore dad's and my life up from under us. You're not my father."

"Analiese, your my daughter. I adopted you . That's the truth, you can't run away from it."

"Whatever. Dad wants you to sign the final papers."

"So this is it, huh? Your father and my marriage - over."

"Don't get too excited you orgasm on yourself. It might be a little embarrassing in front of all your new....." I looked around at the men surrounding me in orange jumpsuits. "Friends.."

"Analiese, I did not raise you to say things like that!"

"You also didn't raise me to be the fucking mediator in your divorce."

"Why must you always be mean to me?"

"Where to start...maybe with cheating on my father.... or possibly even the drug distribution! Hmmm maybe it's the blood money you used to pay for our entire life. This might be crazy but..... possibly the prostitutes ring you ran in the Parkinson Estates!"

He sighed.

"You know this isn't what I wanted."

"Then what. What did you want? What could you have possibly wanted out of this?"

I grabbed the papers and stormed off.

"Give these to Norman Parkinson. Tell him if these aren't filled out when I come back on Wednesday, I'm selling all our family's property and investments."

~~~

"Dad, I'm home!"

"Hi, Ana...."

He doesn't sound so good.

I knew better than to look for him in his old bedroom.

I walked up the spiraling grand staircase and opened the door to one of the spare bedrooms on the third floor.

It was one of the 4 main bedrooms. Each one, larger than the next all with spacious balconies and tragically gorgeous views of Central Park.

My parents bedroom was the largest with 'His and His' walk-in closets and en-suites.

My bedroom was almost as large, with my own en-suite.

The spare room was slightly smaller than mine, but the larger balcony made up for it.

Then there was the nursery.

It was the smallest room but still fairly large.

For years I sat through their adoption announcements and got excited for a little brother or sister.

For years me and my dads would fall into disappointment after being denied and not being considered a suitable household for a baby.

For years I'd play in there, imagining I had a little brother named Henry or a sister named Lola.

But alas my dream baby sibling never came.

Which is why I knew that dad was in the nursery.

When I walked in, I cringed at the memories residing in there, burning me with the light touch of air on my skin.

There's a reason I stopped coming in to the nursery.

But dad didn't.

He leaned on the crib and looked at the mattress with little rubber duckies.

"Hey, Dad...."

"Hi, Ana..."

"How did the meeting with your father go?"

I sighed.

"As you'd expect,"

"I'm sorry, Ana. I can't face him,"

It'd been six months since my father had been arrested, and 3 months since the trial started.

It's been five months since my fathers have spoken to each other.

I came over and rested my head on my father's shoulder.

"They registered another witness."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Mason Kaling."

"Mr. Kaling?"

"You remember him?"

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"I will get back to you soon. But I think there should be a baby in your future, Parkinson family!"

"I can't wait to meet my new baby brother or sister!"

"I'm so excited for you guys!!"

Mr. Kaling put out his hand for me to high five.

We were jumping for joy. I was going to have a little brother or sister!

"I have to go now, unfortunately. Norman, lock me out?"

My father smiled.

"Of course, Mason"

I stood on my balcony, looking over to the people below me. A lady with twins walked past.

What if it's twins?

I smiled, at the thought of two brothers or sisters.

Two!

I looked over the edge, towards the back of our building.

I always do that. Usually there's nothing except pigeons.

But today, there was two men back there.

Suddenly they started kissing and rubbing each other's bodies really quickly. They both started pulling down their pants. I didn't want to look but I couldn't stop.

"Dad can I ask a question about boys?"

"Of course, do you like a boy?" My dad asked. He took a sip of filtered water.

"What does it mean when a boy puts his thingy in another boy's mouth?"

My dad choked on his water.

"What?"

"There were two men outside and one of them put his.."

My dad walked through the elevators door, wearing his sloppy wrinkled shirt, which wasn't wrinkly before and Mr. Kaling's tie.
~~~

"Yeah. I remember Mr. Kaling."