Love & Acceptance

Ch. 27

Bet y'all weren't expecting this today, Enjoy!

Y/n's POV:

You: Hello?

Step-Whore: About time you picked up

Her voice instantly makes me want to vomit.

You: Well sorry to disappoint, but I do have a life, unlike some people

Step-Whore: Whatever, I didn't call to check up on you or know about your personal life.

You: That's not surprising

Step-Whore: I'll keep this short, your father and I are coming your way in a few days and he wants to meet up for dinner one night.

You: Then why didn't he just call me himself?

Step-Whore: Like you don't already know why. You should just be happy that I even called to let you know.

I don't know what my father sees in this woman. She's cruel, rude, lazy, and most importantly a slut. Back when I lived with my father, I would catch her cheating on him with a new man every week. My mother passed away a little after I turned sixteen, due to a drunk driver. Her death really messed with my dad, but not as much as me. My father was never really around. From the start I was born to now, he's never really taken the time to get to know me. He doesn't even know I have a dick. When I was born, he was off on some business trip across seas. My mother was afraid that if he found out about my abnormality, he would tell her to get rid of me. That's why she took it upon herself to raise me with the most care and love that she could. It worked most of the time, although I still had times where I missed having a father figure. Kids at school would talk about how cool and awesome their dads were and whenever someone asked me about mine, I would lie and say that he was just like theirs. I just wanted to fit in, it was hard enough being a girl with a dick, not having or even really knowing my father just made it worse. He was a cold, heart-less, workaholic, that only cared about himself.

Or so I thought.

After mom died, he changed. It was like something snapped inside of him and I started seeing him more often around the house. We even started talking on a daily basis and shared meals together. We helped each other from entering a dark place and it made me happy. I never wanted a lot from him, just getting to talk and share a meal together everyday was enough. He apologized for basically being absent from my life and told me how he wasn't always so work oriented. He explained how my mother and him would spend hours upon hours every week enjoying each other's company: reading, watching movies, going out to eat, hanging out with friends, and so much more. It wasn't until he was offered a job in New York that he became distant. Long days and late nights at the office turned him into a working zombie. He became so engulfed in work that my mother and I would only see him a couple times a week. It wasn't until she passed that he realized just how much time he was spending at work and not with his family. From then on he swore that he would change and spend more time getting to know his daughter and less time behind a desk. Two years later and he was still being true to his word. I was pleased and happy, but not all good things last forever. A few months later and he decided to start dating again, and that's how he found Helen or a.k.a Step-Whore. She played the nice girl when she was around me and my father, but when it was just the two of us she was a complete bitch. I told my father multiple times that she was no good for him, but of course he didn't listen, because whenever we were together she acted like a saint. Fast forward another two years and my father married Helen and I moved out of the house. It wasn't long after their marriage that he started focusing all of his attention towards work again. Within a couple months he was back to ignoring everyone in his family and I finally decided I had enough of it, so I left. Since then, the only time he calls me himself is on Christmas and my birthday, which I'm surprised he even remembers. Any other time he wants to talk or has something to tell me, he makes Helen call me, just like she is now.

Step-Whore: Y/n!

You: What?!

Step-Whore: I went ahead and reserved a resturant for this Saturday at 6pm.

You: Wait, I don't even get to choose?

Step-Whore: No. I'll send you the address later. Toodles!

You: Whatever

Step-Whore: Oh, and Y/n?

I take a deep breath before answering.

You: Yes?

Step-Whore: Don't make me look bad by not showing up..*click*

Bitch.

I put my phone back in my pocket and just as I'm about to open my door I hear someone scream.

To Be Continued...

A/n: One chapter = One cliffhanger
Seems fair for updating only two days after the last one. 😉