Blind Date A Book 2020 – Book #28
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Chapter 1
“Chad, get down here and eat breakfast before school!”
I rolled my eyes and slowly made my way downstairs to plop into one of the chairs around the table, dropping my backpack on the floor beside me. There was a plate of scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and bacon waiting for me. My mom was obsessed with making sure we all had home-cooked meals – she was obsessed with anything and everything that seemed like happy family stuff. Too bad all her wife and mother excellence didn’t ensure that; we’d be doing great.
I picked up my fork and started eating. I was hungry and I needed to eat, even though I wasn’t going to school.
My little sister stared at me across the table. Her thick glasses made her eyes look enormous and other-worldly. She was freaking me out.
I wanted to kick her under the table, but I knew I would get in trouble and it wasn’t worth it. I did my best to ignore her and get through the morning craziness that was my family.
Dad came in, walked over to Mom in the kitchen, and kissed her cheek before exiting the room and heading for the front door.
“What about breakfast?” Mom hollered after him just to hear the front door slam shut. She sighed.
I watched her. She looked sad. She often did when she thought no one was paying attention. Dad made her sad a lot. Sometimes I hate him for it. Then I would hate her for making me feel sad because she couldn’t deal with the realities of life. I hated how she covered up all the things she hated with fake cheer and pretended perfection. Family life was bullshit. I should know… I’ve been pretty much nonexistent to everyone in my family unless I did something worthy of getting yelled at, which seemed to be everything since my thirteenth birthday. Three years of not being able to do anything right would grow bitterness in anyone.
I’ve given up caring, about everything. I exist day to day and that’s it. I’m counting the days until I can move out and not be yelled at constantly for not caring.
I chanced a glance across the table to see that bug-eyes had shifted her attention to a large book laid open beside her breakfast plate.
“Hurry, up, you two,” Mom said, taking off the apron she’d worn to keep her work clothes protected while she’d made breakfast. “I’ll drop you off at school on my way to work.”
“I’m walking,” I said, and shoved the last of my toast in my mouth. I stood, grabbed my backpack from the floor beside my chair, and darted out of the room before she could protest.
I expected her to yell after me, but she didn’t. I figured my ignoring her was starting to work.
Knowing Mom would drive past me as I walked to school, I had to at least head in that direction at a decent pace. I wanted her to see me and think that’s where I was going.
I trudged along the tree-lined, suburban neighborhood we lived in as slowly as I dared. While I walked, I took in the people around me. Old people were opening their front doors and getting their newspapers. Families with children were rushing to get in vehicles and head off to school and work. A bright yellow bus drove down the street and stopped to pick up children that were either hyper off their asses or looked like they hadn’t slept well in their entire lives.
To me, it was all a living hell. Civilization was such a joke; it was just trained responses and responsibilities to keep people in line and under control.
I snickered as I thought about doing some crazy shit to stir things up. I couldn’t do what I thought of because I was trying to keep a low profile. I didn’t want to be noticed. I wanted to slip in between all the goodie-goodie shit so I could misbehave in private…for now. Skipping school was my fix of rebellion for the day.
I was only three blocks away from the school when Mom drove by with a honk and a wave.
I nodded in her direction and kept walking forward until she turned a corner and couldn’t see me anymore.
“Freedom,” I whispered.
I kept walking forward and turned to walk around the block so I wouldn’t draw any unwanted attention. I couldn’t run or cut through yards without some busy-body noticing. If I just circled around, it wouldn’t be noticeable that I’d changed direction. It would look more like I was going the direction I was going because that’s the way I was supposed to be going. At least, that’s how my mind had worked out my plan last night. But, at the time, I’d been high…
Nothing happened on my way home that led me to believe I was going to get turned in.
The doors of the house were all locked, like normal. I got my key out of my backpack and unlocked the front door. I opened it, stepped inside, closed it, and quickly punched in the passcode so our home security system wouldn’t go off. I then re-armed it. I had big plans of playing video games and smoking pot. I didn’t need anyone interrupting that unannounced.
Before I headed upstairs to my room, I went to the kitchen to find snacks and beverage. I’d already stashed some snacks in my room, but I didn’t have a fridge in there and I liked my beverages cold.
It was weird moving around the house when no one else was home; it almost never happened. The effect was eerie, but I liked it. I didn’t have to worry about anyone yelling at me. I didn’t have to worry about doing something wrong. I could relax, and I loved it.
I shoved as many snacks and drinks into my backpack as I could and finally headed upstairs. I was home free…literally.
Just as my hand touched the cool metal knob of my bedroom door, I heard the front door open downstairs.
Shit, I thought, and hurriedly entered my room and closed the door behind me as quietly as I possibly could.
I held my breath, set my bag down, and listened at my door.
A feminine laugh echoed through the hall, loud enough to be heard through the barrier I was hiding behind. I didn’t recognize it as Mom’s or my sister’s.
A man’s laugh joined it…a familiar man’s laugh. Dad’s laugh.
I could barely make out the murmur of their voices, which seemed to move further away. I opened my door to peek out into the hall.
I didn’t see anything, but I could hear them better and it sounded like they were in the living room.
I crept over to the stairs and peeked down. I couldn’t see them, so I started going down the stairs – I figured I’d be able to see into the living room halfway down.
It seemed like it took me forever because I moved in snail slow-motion so I didn’t make a sound.
Once I reached the midway point on the stairs, I crouched down to peek into the living room.
My eyes widened and I gasped as I took in the tits and ass show in front of me.
Dad had a blonde woman wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes and a bra that was half-off bent over with her hands on the coffee table, holding herself up while he fucked her from behind.
I was disgusted and turned on at the same time.
They didn’t hear me gasp because they were too busy groaning and moaning as their skin met with loud smacking noises in their rush for pleasure.
I wanted to run back upstairs, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
The woman started screaming as she orgasmed and that broke me out of my frozen, shocked state.
I stood up straight and ran back up the stairs. I was sure I wouldn’t be heard over all the noise the woman was making, especially as Dad joined in.
I made it into my room and managed to close the door somewhat quietly. I sat on my bed and tried to process what was going on.
Dad was cheating on Mom…in our house.
I wondered if Mom knew. I wondered if I should tell her. I wondered if I should confront him about it before I told her. My head spun, my chest hurt, and my throat burned with all the emotions that poured through my body.
I don’t know how long I sat there, but I knew it was long after the giggle-slut and Dad left the house.
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