Half Way Friends

2. Kristin

"Father! Wait up!" I ran over to him as he busily chatted on his phone about stock markets, profits, debts and the rest of that annoying business talk. After a few more calls he finally decided to pay me just a moment of attention.

"What is it sweetie." He said, placing a hand on my shoulder with a nurturing smile on his face. I smiled with joy enjoying this small time of eye contact.

"I was thinking that we could go camping perhaps, you know to really bond as a family,"  I said excitedly, "We do have that cabin in Can-" The sound of his phone interrupts me. He looks at me with the same apologetic look as always. I, of course like the good daugh.mter I try to be, force a smile on my face and bow to my leave.

People would say I'm living the life. Maybe financial and caring wise, but my family not so much. My dad is to busy working all day to notice his only lonely child. My mom is most likely sleeping with his assistant due to the looks she gives him everytimes around. But funny thing is my dad doesn't have a clue because... yep, you guessed  it work. I know my mom isn't a slut persay but just very lonely, but I still don't think that's a good reason to sleep around with his assistant.

We never have just us time. It's either dad goes on a business trip. Mom goes away to a family members villa and doesn't invite me. Or me and my boyfriend Ryder goes away to get away from the drama in our family. We are pretty much a-like in riches but my family has more, but that doesn't matter. Both of our families have no time for their one and only kids, so we have plenty of time to waste. I decided to explore the house going into rooms looking at all the antique items, since I had nothing to do anyway. I wondered sometimes if I were to break them would I get any attention then. But reality sets in and I realized that they wouldn't care, they could buy probably 10 thousand more.

Soon a raspy, squeaky and rapid noise got louder the further down I went down the hall. Until I landed in front of a shut door.

I had placed my ear on the door when I heard, "Give it to me Ricky babe!" Mom? Ricky? Ricky the pool boy?! The very young 21 year old Ricky? Not dad's assistant? Okay, this is not just plain loneliness anymore. It was full on well... slutty! I opened the door with fury letting it bang against the wall. They jumped hiding under the covers.

"MOM I KNOW IT'S YOU!! AND RICKY GET YOUR SKINNY PATHETIC LITTLE ASS OUT THAT BED AND LEAVE BEFORE I TELL MY FATHER AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" I yelled, my blood was boiling my eyes could cut through the coldest steel.

Ricky got out the bed, making sure to hide his junk with a pillow, took his clothes and started out the door. Before he left I stopped him at the door frame. He was moist, I gagged and wiped it on the nearest fabric. "Oh by the way, you're FIRED."
"That is not your posi-" my mom started in, stopping short once I gave her a death glare.

I glared back at Ricky,"Out. Now." I said behind gritted teeth.

Once he left, head held down in shame. It was just me and mom. I slammed the door shut behind me and looked at her.

"Honey it's just yo-"

"Don't fucking 'Honey' me! I know you've been lonely mom. I've know you've been sleeping with Dad's assistant. And now the the motherfucking pool boy? Really?"

"First, off watch your mouth." She warned. I looked at her in shock, I let out a unbelievable chuckle.

"Watch my mouth? Shouldn't you be the one to watch your goddamn mouth. You know, since it's probably been on two maybe more guys dick, that isn't dads?" Shutter. Worst images ever in a 17 year old girl's head. I shook my head at the image. My mom was silent.

"You need to check yourself before you become the one to finally break this family apart. We're cracked enough as it is, one more crack and this family is officially screwed! And I won't be the one telling dad, you can trust me on that," She sighed in relief, "Unless, you don't tell him, and if then I will sing like a canary." I looked at her in disgust. "You don't even deserve the right to be called my mom. You and dad better fix this or this won't be the end of our little conversation. I can be your perfect daughter or I could be your worst nightmare. So decide Karen, or I'll decided for you." I left the smelly shamed filled room and walked back down the hall. I grabbed my denim jacket a couple of 20's and headed out the door.