LIFE AFTER AN AMERICAN SCANDAL (Sequel to An American Scandal) (On Hold + Edit)

CHAPTER 5: STOP

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CHAPTER 5:            STOP

“No…”I whispered screamed at my father. He looked at me as if I committed a crime or something.

“I waited for you to come for hours.” He said as if that mattered to me.

“I don’t care, you are not welcomed here.” I said firmly and truthfully. Never in a million year did I expect him to actually come to my residence when it hasn’t even been a year since the whole thing went down. Did he not understand the necessity of a cooling off period?

“Don’t you think it is time for us to talk?” He said to me. I scrunched my eyes shut and grinded my teeth. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“Dad…” I said pausing. The word has always been so hard for me to utter. It may roll off my tongue with ease but by no means is it easy for me to do. I had to train myself to say it, with care, love and affection. But I used the term loosely.

“I have nothing to say…we are all talked out.” I said about to close the door.

“I am your father…” He held the door with his hand palmed to the metal door and foot holding it open. “You don’t dismiss me.” He said authoritatively. I looked over my shoulder towards my siblings bedrooms and then back at him.

“Keep it down, if Thomas even smells you…he will go crazy.” I said to him with tighten and scrunched eyebrows.

“He hates me…Ann hates me…and you…”

“I hate you.” I finished his statement.

“We can work it out.” He said to me and I rolled my eyes.

“Are you drunk?” I asked smelling the harsh whisky or scotch or something brown and strong hitting my nostrils. He was leaning in and his breath was becoming less than tolerable and as annoying as his presence and words he uttered.

“You aren’t the only one that can drink. I can do it legally…unlike you.” He said.

“Ground me.” I said sarcastically. I may be drinking illegally but I am sure my crime is nothing like his in the eyes of the Lord or the law. His presence was taking away the little joy I had left from my liquor. I already had a night of…well…disaster. Why does he have to continue and make know how my life just sucks?

“I don’t want to ground you…I just want to love you.” He said and grabbed my waist. I pushed him away successfully.

“Dad.” I said getting nervous.

“The divorce finalized today. I am lonely.”

“Go to the woman that you cheated on mom with.”

“That’s what I did.” He said with a smirk. I balled my hand into a fist.

“You are a sick pervert. Get out of here.” I said and tried to close the door.

“Come here…give daddy a kiss like old times.” He said and grabbed me. I yelped but the door slammed shut and I knew my siblings did not hear my voice but probably just the door.

“Stop.” I said as he held me around my waist and kissed my neck and shoulder. I saw myself as a child flash before my eyes. I am not even a woman yet but I was made a woman at a very young age. I started rehash the memories and my body became numb. His kisses to my skin made my skin burn as if a poison had hit me.

 “Please just…” I said my voice fainting. Who wants to scream and wake up the neighbors just to wade off their molesting father lips from their necks? What type of embarrassment would that be?

“Please.” I said in a tiny voice unable to cry. I was always embarrassed of the truth, embarrassed of getting help or doing anything because it was just too real!

“Just a little kiss or we can just spend the night together I am lonely.” He said and kissed my cheek. I pulled away and pushed him away successfully.

“Daddy…I am your daughter.” I cried. “I am your daughter….daddy it is me.” I said broken. I knew I looked the most like my mother but I was still me. Why couldn’t he see that? Why was he doing this to me?

“Come on home.” He said and grabbed my behind and kissed my cheek way to close to my lips.

“Please…just…” I said without any fire or power. It was weak. I tried to get away from him but this time his drunken weight was beyond me and I wasn’t at my optimal being drunk myself.

“She said stop.” I heard a voice and I snapped my eyes to the voice. I felt my father part and look at the guy approaching. My dad looked and then chuckled.

“You.” He said and walked straight up to James and punched him in the face. I screamed and held my mouth. “That’s for hitting me.” My dad said and walked to the elevator. I ran to help James up from the ground that he was just knocked down to.

“That bastard.” James said and stood up and looked at me. I looked at his eye.

“Sophia.” He said.

“Are you all right…I can get ice…or something?” I said trying to tend to his eye.

“I don’t need ice...”

“Peas, meat, I can get that down before it even marks.”  I said with tears streaming down my eyes.

“Sophia.” He called again. I looked at him and he gave me this pitiful look.

“Don’t look at me…just don’t look at me…” I said loudly as I grabbed the roots of my hair. I did not want him to look at me. I did not want him to give me those eyes of concern or think I was some abused child. I was but I did not want to be. I just wanted to pull my hair out, cut my skin off, take my face off, I wanted to change everything on me that made my dad love me the way that he did. It had to be me, everything bad happens to me and they say find the common denominator and you will find the problem. And the common denominator is me. So I found the problem and I was ready to change it. I pulled my hair and cried and just screeched in pain from my own doing.

“Sophia stop it…stop it…come here.” He directed grabbing my hands.

“No don’t touch me.” I said backing away. “I am contaminated. I said wiping my eyes and backing away from him.

“Sophia,” He said almost as broken as me.

“I…need to go.” I said and ran to my apartment door. He was hot on my heels. I tried to shut him but he was too fast. That is the beautiful wonders of being drunk.

“Don’t shut me out.” He said as I ran to the bathroom and shut the door. I turned on the faucet and began to scrub my body.

“Jesus Christ Sophia open the door.” James banged on it angrily as I cried and wash my neck and arms.

“I can’t…I just can’t.” I collapsed to the floor and wailed.