My home (Completed)

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"You can't tell anyone."muttered Jack. He had practically pulled me into the room and shut the door behind us. He stared at me with wide pleading eyes. I nodded stiffly sighing.
"I am sorry to scream, I swear am not homophobic or anything, you guys just surprised me."I turned to Essy who was sitting on the bed staring into space.
"Aren't you dating Jonah?"
"That's my middle name."added Jack. Oh makes sense now. I recall Essy reacting when Jack had been asked when he had last had sex. Aah, now that I think about it, it was Essy that Jack had screwed, or the other way around. I beamed then.
"You guys look cute."they blushed.
"So for how long have guys been together."
"Two months, I told you that "mumbled Essy. Jack looked between us seemingly confused.
"I didn't know it was you but I knew he was seeing someone."he nodded briefly.
"Next time remember to lock the door since you don't want anyone else to know." Jack smiled back at me.
"Noted "we laughed briefly before I turned to start my way out but then remembered to ask so I turned.
"not even Carl knows your gay?"I asked Jack. He shook his head.
"He doesn't. And I don't need him finding out from anyone but me."I nodded in understanding then left. It wasn't my secret to tell, so I wouldn't intervene.

"Hey, wish me luck as I have a paper in the midmorning."said Carl as he dropped me off at work that morning. I gave him a simple kiss in response.
"You will do great, my Albert Einstein."we laughed heartily at my attempted joke though I was being serious, I had seen his past marks, damn he was even a straight A Student in high school. You know there are courses you don't just choose for fun. God bless scientists.

I made my way into Landon sweets as soon as I got out of the car. I would soon receive my second salary and also become a complete worker as my internship was a success according my boss. But on seeing the man standing at the reception, I froze immediately. Those blue pants and that checked shirt and his favorite boots, I couldn't be mistaken.
"Dad?"I called as though unsure it was him. I had wanted to pass behind him and rush to the elevator but I knew he would be sent up. He turned on hearing my voice and as soon as those tired brown eyes I loved dearly met my glossy similar brown ones my heart ached.
My father was a thorough dictator, distant from his children as he hardly even ever hugged us. He was work alcoholic, ever working that we hardly saw him, he was trying to force me into medical school, he was selfish most times like asking my siblings for their credit cards, he was violent that I could remember my mom's cries as he beat her in their bedroom locked inside while we were outside holding each other scared for life. I even recalled the day my mother had left home to never return, she had dropped us at Grandma's house while dad was on Safari and promised to return which she never did, I was only Four by then. I remember praying so hard each year that santa would return my mother to me, some times I missed her so much I simply cried. After she left we were never home unless Christmas. We were in boarding schools and relatives homes, as stepmothers changed almost every after a year, new woman on the house. But all the same, their was some little love I had for my dad and even though I hadn't recognized it before, I missed him and everyone back at his house except Daisy even though I wasn't close to any of them. I was also feeling happy that he had at least searched for me.

He pulled me into a hug quietly. This was what was confusing about my father, I had expected a slap or something not a hug. When he let me go, he looked at my stomach, of course that was what he was thinking.
"Where is that bastard?"he asked angrily.
"Am not pregnant."I defended.
"Who told you to run away from home?"he barked.
That was another thing I hated about dad, he always thought I was being told staff. When I had refused medicine he had said I had a friend who was filling me with disobedience. The heck?
"I don't want to be a doctor."I deadpanned. He looked away before sighing.
"That's a story for another day, your coming home with me."he held my hand to start moving but I shook my head pulling my hand away. He looked at me confused.
"I am happier here."I said slowly.
"What do you mean?"he asked.
"I found friends, I consider them family. I am not coming home, send my greetings and am sorry for not saying goodbye."I added as I fought to keep in my tears. I had cried enough already.
"Prim, your late. Get me coffee."we were interrupted by my boss who had just come in as he bypassed us.
"Yes, sir. Right away."I started for the coffee shop that was in the factory restaurant but my dad held me back.
"This conversation is not done, when do you get off?"he asked gritting his teeth.
"Six."I mumbled before leaving.
What were we even gonna talk about? I really hoped he listened to me which he didn't often do, I wouldn't have ran away if he had listened in the first place. Good grief!

Six came so fast and there was just one thing I had forgotten to do, I hadn't told Carl dad was in town and now he had come to pick me up clueless of the anger my father felt.