A fathers Betral (1)

Chapter one1

Sitting in my living room watching ‘Degrassi’s’ season premier, I was content with my life. I was an only child and lived in a five bedroom palace, with just me and my dad. My mom you ask? Well she’s gone. I don’t know where and why, but she’s gone. My dad said she left with another man when I was about 6 months. I want to hate her, but how can I hate someone that I don’t know, or don’t remember. Like I said, life was good. It couldn't’t get any better.2

The one hour premier was almost over and I couldn't’t believe what was happening. It really did go there, but that wasn’t my focus. My father had just walked in with dinner in his hands, my favorite, McDonald's. He was in his late 30’s had dark brown hair with gray hair sprouting from the edges and 6 ft tall. He was a business man, really successful and he traveled a LOT. I was usually home by myself or with a nanny I mean, how could he not be successful and afford me? Impossible I know. He was perfect in the eyes of my town. We lived in a very small town in Texas, and we were the riches family there.  The only time I remember my father being hated was a long time ago and I was only about 3. The only thing I remember is people saying he was something called a ‘mur-der-er’. I didn’t know what it meant back then, but I do now, but it didn’t matter anymore, because no one cares about the past. And like I said, he was a high and powerful man in the community.3

My birthday was coming up, and I was amazed that I was turning 16. I wanted to have a big party like on the show on MTV, and my dad said he would pay for it. I loved him for it. He was just trying to make me happy. I decided to go through my old things and find some pictures my dad still had of my mom. I thought I never wanted to see her again or even think of her, but something compelled me to go in the attic and get a box full of old pictures.4

There were dust and spider webs surrounding the attic. I found this medium sized box labeled ‘Memories 89’’. I opened the box and there were pictures of this beautiful blond lady and my dad. I went further in and she was there in many pictures, also my dad had more hair and was a very hansom young man. I could tell these were old pictures. I was wondering who the woman in the picture was and why the box was in the back of the attic.  I just came to conclusion that she was my mother. I looked a lot like her. I had her green eyes, curly red hair, and cute little nose. If you thought about it, I was a spitting image of her in those pictures, but younger. 5

There was another box. This one had nothing on it, so I opened it and there was my dad, mom, and another man. Maybe my dads’ friend or something(But i havenever met him before), but there was another picture with that man and my mom kissing. Kind of weird, maybe my dad was the one taking the picture. But that would make no since. I will ask him when he gets home yea……6

At around 7:30 he showed up, but tonight Taco Cabana. He seemed relatively happy, so I thought no better time to ask him, right? Wrong.  We sat down in the living room. I had the pictures behind my back and I was ready to ask him what they were all about.  He turned on the show hardball and dug into his meal.7

“Dad.”8

“Yes baby, what is it?”9

I took the pictures from behind my back and showed him “Who is this man? And why in this picture he’s kissing mom?”10

He dropped his food and was looking nerves, almost… well cant put my hand on it, but he was starting to act strange. He gulped, and started asking questions. “Your mom, what about your mom? How do you know that’s your mom?”11

“Because I look just like her.” I said smiling. 12

Now he was paying more attention to the man and mom kissing. “Where did you get this from?” He didn’t say that with nervousness like he did the first two. I was more anger. Then he grabbed my arm. “Tell me where you got these pictures from? NOW” His grip got so strong that I was getting bruises. I had never seen this side of him before. I was afraid for the first time in 15 years I was afraid of my dad, and it was over some pictures.13