One Smile

10: Don't go all Mushy

Content Warning: Sexual Assault and Suicide Discussed

Jake POV

It is Saturday and we are meeting with my dad tonight to figure out what we can do about Sam's harassment from Brandon. I am honestly nervous for her to come over. My mother can be a lot and my nephew is basically me. Add us all together and it is not a great combination.

"J I am hungry," Jonas pouts.

"What do you want to eat," I ask. My nephew has lived with us for a year now. He's 5 now and he is starting to ask about his mom more, which means my parents are overcompensating with all the love and affection they have. After making us grilled cheeses that apparently weren't cheesy enough I went to find my parents.

Sam already gave me the okay to explain what is happening to my parents. It hit home with them. My dad said he will do anything to help her and my mom is freaking out that I am bringing a girl over.

"She has been keeping the messages right," Dad asks.

"Yes, I think she has all of them from the last four years," I explain. My dad is pretty well connected. He is an investment banker and works with people in all different professions. Some more shady than others.

The plan is to eat supper and then talk about Brandon. My mom said it would make her more comfortable if she eats dinner with them first and gets to know them. While playing monkey with Jonas, he basically just climbs me like I am a tree, I hear the doorbell ring. I almost drop the kid to rush to the door before my parents do.

"Your home is lovely," I hear Sam exclaim as they walk into the living room. When she sees me she comes up and gives me a hug hello. I swear I feel my heart speed up, what the fuck is happening to me. I am becoming a girl. I have to fight the urge to push her off because I like the hug too much.

"Can I touch your hair, it is really pwetty," I hear Jonas ask. You and me both kid.

"Jonas-," my mom starts.

"No it's fine, of course you can but you have to tell me your name first," she says while bending down to pick him up. He starts to giggle and touch her hair while explaining his name and how old he is.

"Uncle J, she's pwetty," he yells while playing with her hair. I wonder if she gets asked this a lot. My mom looks at me and raises her eyebrow. I don't like where this is going.

"She is really pretty isn't she Jake," mom looks are me expectantly. I knew this was a mistake.

"Oh stop embarrassing the boy Myra," my dad huffs from the entryway. "Jonas, you are going to make her go bald leave to poor girl alone," dad adds. "I swear I am the only normal one in this house," he mumbles.

"Hey," we all three say.

"Jake you tried on 4 different outfits to stay in your own home. That is not normal," my dad adds. What are my parents trying to do to me. For fucks sake.

"Rob leave the poor boy alone," my mom mocks. I am starting to think they planned this.

Before I can defend myself, my mom calls us all in for dinner. Jonas demands to sit by Sam. This kid is going to be the death of me. That was my seat.

"All don't go all mushy, you can sit across from her son," my dad mocks. How he knew what I was thinking I will never know.

"I was thinking if Jonas washed his hands. He didn't," I add. Close enough I guess.

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Dinner went better than expected. There were way too many embarrassing stories told about me. I have a reputation to uphold. I had to stop my mom from getting out the photo album, there is no way she was going to see my head gear or the photos of me and my sister making mud and accidental dog poop pies.