what lies begot

Episode 6-7

Episode 6
Change

I have been trying to avoid my parents for a week. I tried not to get in their way. Mum was kind enough to prepare food for me so I wouldn't starve to death and my Dad had not travelled either.
A knock on my door for the first time after the heated display, I knew it was them.
I could hear my heartbeat, I was scared. I opened the door only to receive a warm hug from my dad. Shocked by his action, he held me tight and whispered," I'm sorry." He let go of me and my mum carried out a similar action.
Wait, what's going on? I thought.
Mum held my hands, she led me to my bed, we sat down, she sat beside me and my dad sat in front of me. We for caught eyes for some minutes till I broke the ice.
"Good morning," I said.
"We are sorry; from this moment-we'll be available for you. I resigned my job," dad interjected.
I couldn't phantom my dad's decision to work for people, since he has a couple of farm.
"So, we are here to retrace our steps, to change, we want you to give us another chance. We want to believe it is not too late to know our son," my mum shrugged.
I was perturbed and short of words concurrently.

"We want to help you change, you have to change," my dad said softly.
"We are at fault so we have to fix the problem." He added.
"I want to change, I'm tired, I'm in bondage dad, "I said truthfully.
"We understand, that's why we made a decision to know you, and the first thing is-for you to forgive us. We have forgiven ourselves." He said.
"We are sorry, Tony. Will you forgive us?" My mum said sobbing.
I nodded in affirmation.
"We will be having a guest soon, get ready," dad announced.
"Who?" I asked
"A counsellor and a therapist, his name is Mr Alfred" my mum answered

Well, we need one, I concluded within me.

Episode 7
Father and son

After a peaceful and lovely lunch with my parents, I was summoned by my dad after I cleaned the dishes. The weather was cool, I sat facing my dad who was reading an old newspaper outside. I faked a cough to draw his attention.
"Oh! You are here."
I nodded positively.
"I want us to have a father-to-son convo about life; especially the recent happenings," he said.
"Ever had a crush on any girl? Or have you dated anyone?" He asked.
"Ah! Daddy, I like a girl in school her name is Dabira." I said looking away to hide my blush.
"It is normal for you to feel this kind of attraction; now, over to wet dreams." He said adjusting his eyeglass.
In biology, you're taught that your body produces new red blood cells every 180 days to replace the dead ones. The dead ones leave the bloodstream via urine.
"A young girl has ovaries which produce eggs called ova, if not fertilized, it breaks-which result to menstruation, do you follow? He asked.
"Yes sir, menstrual cycle, that's the monthly flow of blood," I replied.
"A boy, like a girl-will reach a stage where he has produced sperm to a point where the sac is full or has reached its maximum storage capacity; due to lack of sex, at night while he is asleep, his mind tries to help him eliminate the already produced sperm as new ones will be developed; by painting a sort of dream or an illusion about making out with a female or some sort of boy meets girl scenario; this scene of the mind leads to wet dreams. Capiche?"
"Meaning, it is not bad to have wet dreams?"
"It's not, it's simple biology." He replied.
My dad made me comprehend everything I wasn't able to piece together. The conversation did not stop there, we talked about sports, women, cooking, finance... Suddenly, my mum appeared, sitting beside me. I felt this unattractive atmosphere. Next, was a probing question-"Who sexually abused you?"
"Mrs Folorunsho" I echoed.