Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2024 01:00:00 -0800 From: John Henry Subject: Wish You Were My Dad Chapter 23 (Gay/Adult Youth) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit helps. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 18. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading this. If you're not sure about the legality, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. NEW EMAIL ADDRESS: As of mid-August 2023, I have been using a new email address. Please contact me (copy and paste) at NIFTYJHENRY1988.2@GMAIL.COM. If you've sent me an email prior to mid-August, please forward them to me, since I've lost access to my previous account. All future submissions will also be from this account. Chapter 23 "Michael?" Mom said, gently shaking me awake. "Michael, can we talk please?" I didn't know what time it was, nor did I really care. I was emotionally exhausted and depressed. All I wanted to do was sleep my pain away. I also didn't want another fight, since I didn't have the energy for it. "What do you want?" Which was rude, but frankly, it was all I could muster in the moment. "I want to talk about what happened the other night." I rolled over and looked at my mother. She looked upset but not out of anger. It was clear she was scared of how I was going to react, which killed any fight I had in me, which really wasn't much. "Fine," I said, sitting up. "I'm sorry for last night. There was just a lot going on, and I lost it." "Is that all you've got? You 'lost it'? You slapped me. I did nothing wrong, Dylan and I were falsely accused of doing something we didn't do, all because a jealous woman couldn't handle rejection, and instead of listening and trusting me, you took a practical stranger's word over mine. Then you slapped me for standing up for myself and Dylan. Yes, I shouldn't have said what I did, but you weren't listening to anything else I was saying." "I know, Michael, I should've listened to you," Mom pleaded. "Again, I got caught up in the moment, and when Monica told me what you and Dylan were doing--" "--Oh my God! See! You're still not listening! Dylan and I didn't do a goddamn thing! We talked. We ran into each other while doing laundry. I missed him and wanted to talk. We barely got any words out when Monica butted in! She's been pissed because he kept rejecting her. She didn't like being told no, so she took advantage of the situation and called you. "By the way, since when is my life anyone else's business? It certainly isn't Monica's, yet you had to go blabbing all over the complex and lie about Dylan, and now, he's gone." "What do you mean 'he's gone'?" "Didn't your bestie tell you?! Dylan moved out this morning. Because of you and Monica, Dylan left for good. I bet you're as happy as a pig in shit, too." "Honestly, Michael, I didn't know." "Sure you didn't! You and every other desperate housewife wannabe probably celebrated over some group chat or something. Monica seemed thrilled earlier, as well. No wonder you all are single! What man would want to be with any of you gossipy bitches?!" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. Once I became cognisant of them, I immediately prepared myself for another slap to the face; however, my mother didn't say a word. "I'm sorry. That was too far." "No, Michael. You're right. I think we've all been scorned too many times and have become jaded, at least I know I have. I let Monica work me up, and when she said that Dylan was abusing you, I couldn't take it." I don't know where it came from, but something clicked in my head. "Mom...did...did my biological father rape you?" My mother froze. It was all the confirmation I needed, but after a few stone cold seconds, Mom said, "Yes." It all made sense now. Why she didn't trust Dylan, why she jumped to those conclusions without evidence, and why she kept taking Monica's word over mine. "You don't need to tell me--" "--I was at a party," Mom said, lost in her own head. "I wasn't supposed to me there, but I snuck out of the house. Grandma went to bed early, and Grandpa fell asleep in his chair. I got a ride from a friend. The party was full of college kids, and we were barely high school seniors. A cute boy approached us and handed us drinks. His friend took my friend away. He was charming and friendly. The next thing I remember was waking up in a strange bed, naked and bleeding." "Oh my God," I quietly gasped. I took Mom's hand in mine. "I was dazed and confused, so I took a shower to clear my head and clean myself up. I managed to find some clothes and went home. I didn't dare tell anyone because I was ashamed of what had happened. My friend was also raped and blamed me for abandoning her, which isn't how I remembered things, so we stopped talking. About four months later, I found out that was I pregnant with you." "Why didn't you have an abortion?" I asked, aware that it would've meant me not existing, but under the circumstances, I felt it would've been the right thing to do. "It was too late. I thought the spotting I had was from having a light period, but it was from when I was attacked. Grandma took to the doctor who did an exam and ran some tests." "Did you call the police?" "No, baby. There wasn't any point. There wasn't any evidence, and it would've been my word against his." "Do I look like him?" Tears fell down my face. "No, Michael. You don't look like him. You've always looked like me, which is more than I could've asked for." "I'm sorry that happened to you." Mom pulled me into her arms and we cried. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 24*** Don't forget that I have a new email address, and to forward any emails you may have already sent me. My new address is: niftyjhenry1988.2@gmail.com