(Dys)functional [BoyxBoy]

⚠︎ Chapter 1 ⚠︎

Published for @The-Demi-Demigod
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(Dys)functional
"Chapter 1"

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Tony

I grip the wheel tensely as I drive. That fucking teacher has no idea what's going on in my life and he has no fucking right to judge me.

It's not easy being a parent. Especially when you never wanted the kid in the first place.

"Daddy, what's a 'fake ass cocksucker?'" Sara asks.

I chuckle. "Means he's pretending to be nice when he doesn't mean it."

"Mr. Love is very nice. He doesn't think it's weird that I don't look like you." She hums.

"It's his job to be nice to you." I huff.

"You forgot to put money on my account, so he bought me lunch."

"Ah, shit." I curse. "I can't believe they make us pay for your fucking lunches. The food's barely edible anyway."

She shrugs. "Did you forget me...?"

I look at her through the rear view mirror. "Of course not, kiddo, I've just been really busy."

"Cross your heart?"

"Cross my heart." I draw an X over my chest.

Sara grins. "Good. I thought you had allsweimers."

I chuckle. "No, that'd be really bad." I type a note to myself on my phone to add money to the account and set a reminder.

"What was your day like?"

"Been working on the car." I slap the dash. "Ain't she shiny?"

The child giggles. "That's nice. I met a girl who can talk with her hands today. She has cyborg ears."

"Damn." I almost miss a turn, "Are there any other kids who are... different?"

"What do you mean? Oh! Rylan has spots! Reagan can't see colors! Elijah has one arm. Mr. Love says that makes them cool." She raves. "Only our class is like this."

"I see."

So they put her in with the special needs kids. Of fucking course.

"It's not cool, Sara."

"What? No. They're very nice. I like Rylan a lot because he thinks I look cool. He said I'm pretty."

"You're pretty enough to get by." I hum. "The only good looks you got were from me and not your skank of a mother."

She frowns. "Oh."

"Be careful around this kid, they might like you." I warn.

"He probably doesn't because I look like Mommy too." She looks out the window.

"Yeah." We pull into the driveway and I unlock the car. "Make sure you get your homework done."

Sara just walks past me and to her room, closing the door.

I grab a beer and head to my office, kicking my feet up on the desk and turning on the tv. It's a couple hours until dinner, so I have time to relax, maybe even take a nap.

I relax and soon enough, my eyes are closing.

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10:00 pm

I awake to Sara patting my shoulder. "Daddy..."

I jerk up and focus on her, confused. "Wha? What do you want, Sara?"