My Secret Daddy
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 9 - Fourteen - part 2
I got home at eleven o’clock. Dad was putting away groceries. I asked, “Did you get a cake for my birthday? Can I see it?”
“Dang it! I knew I forgot something!”
I sighed. “Well, at least there’s a party tonight, right?”
“Sam and Rick are going out, and your mom needs to give the twins a bath. Their birthday is tomorrow, so we’re having a combined picnic birthday party for all three of you.”
I wasn’t happy, not a bit. “No party tonight! Well, did you at least get me a present?”
Dad made excuses. “You’re getting a little old for that, and we can’t really afford it. I had to buy two beds, since the twins are getting too big for the crib.”
I was disappointed and terribly frustrated. “No birthday present! You forgot the cake, and the stupid toddlers stole my birthday party!”
“Settle down and wash the laundry. Then you need to clean up the kitchen.”
For the first time in my life, I defied him. “NO! Why should I? Nobody does anything for me!”
He threatened, “You better watch it, young lady! You’re not too old for me to spank you! Do your chores.”
Tears formed at the corners of my eyes. I felt overwhelming disappointment and rage. “I’m too old for anything good! I’m too old for anybody to give a SHIT about me, anymore!”
He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the living room. “Don’t you talk like that! I warned you!” He sat on the sofa and threw me across his lap, then slapped my bottom very hard. SMACK! “One.”
I struggled and tried to get away. “OWIEE! NOOO!”
He gave my buttocks another intense swat through my dress with his big leathery hand. WHACK! “Two.”
“OW! NO! Dad, please, no!” Something fell from my pocket and clinked as it hit the floor. Anger and pain turbo-charged my tears, forming salty little waterfalls.
He leaned down and picked something up. “What’s this? A cigarette lighter!” He dug in my pocket and pulled out two broken cigarettes. “You’re SMOKING! That does it! You get ten more, then you’re grounded for a month!”
I struggled free and jumped up. I ran across the room and grabbed my purse. “I hate you! I hate this stupid family! I’m running away from home!”
He got up as I ran to the front door. He laughed and said, “Hahaha! When you get hungry and come back, do laundry and the kitchen.”
I ran to Dave’s house but nobody was there. I thought Mom would probably worry and make Dad go look for me. The first places he would check would obviously be Dave’s, and Julie and Renee’s. After the awkwardness of Renee kissing me that morning, I didn’t want to see her until I sorted out my feelings. I considered my options, thinking of a place to hide out.
Jane and I had been good friends until I got super close with Renee, as besties. I hadn’t talked to Jane in a couple weeks, but hoped she’d let me stay a while. I walked toward her place and called her. “Hi, Jane. It’s Luci.”
“Hi. Renee called me. She’s really mad at you. Well, not exactly mad...”
“I know! It’s really weird! She’s my best friend and I like her a lot, but...”
“But she loves you and you don’t love her.”
“I uh ... I don’t know. Can I come over and talk to you? Uh ... and do you have any cigarettes?”
“Sure. What’s your brother Billy up to? He’s kinda cute.”
I was a little surprised she liked a guy two years older, especially him. It also made me wonder why I was in love with a guy twenty years older. I answered, “Wrestling practice, I think. My brothers are all dumb jocks.” To be fair, he’s an accountant now.
Jane giggled and commented, “I think maybe I’d like to wrestle with him. Hehehe!”
The idea made me slightly nauseous. “Ugh! Well, I’m walking and it’s about three miles to your place. I’ll be there in an hour.”
“I’ll send an Uber. Where are you?” We weren’t old enough to have bank cards or Uber accounts, so she must have used her Mom’s.
“Great! I’m at Maple Street and Twentieth.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
I got there as another car stopped in front of her trailer house. A lady carried a bag to the front door as I climbed out of the car. Jane loudly said, “Great timing! Lunch is here!”
I walked up the driveway as the delivery lady left. I asked Jane, “Cool. What did you get?”
“I hope you like barbecue chicken and fries?”
I was quite happy. “Yum! But ah ... can you afford it?” I knew she and her single mom were poor.
“Don’t worry about it. I used Mom’s friend’s phone.” I followed her and she set the bag on the kitchen counter. “Need to bring Mom her breakfast first. Just a minute.” She picked up a saucer with toast on it and a tall glass of something red, with a straw.
I asked, “What’s that?” I noticed tomato juice and vodka on the counter.
“Bloody Mary and wake her up at lunch time, like every weekend. I think I told you Mom turned into a whore when Dad passed away two years ago? Don’t be surprised when I open her door.”