Page 16 of Like Fathers, Like Son
“He’s always angry, that guy. Needs to get lai… he uh, he’s a piece of shit. They’d be better off without him, if I’m honest. Wouldn’t be surprised if he gets violent with them both.”
I gasped, grabbing dad’s arm in panic. “He hurts her? We have to stop him!”
Dad groaned, slapping a hand against his forehead.
“Jesus. No, that’s not what I mean, son. I’m sure he’s just a bit angry now and then. Nothing for you to worry about at all. Go and get washed up for lunch, and I’ll go help mum in the kitchen.” I started to leave, but heard him when he walked into the kitchen, and hovered in the hall.
“What was that about?” Mum asked him, and he groaned.
“I sometimes forget he’s just a kid, you know? He’s so fucking smart. That bastard next door was yelling at him, so I had to put him in his place. Thing is,” he went quiet for a moment. “I’m worried he now thinks the guy hits his wife and daughter.”
“My god, Dory, why would he think that? What did you… my god, what if he goes doing something stupid like you used to?”
They went really quiet after that, so I went and washed my hands for dinner, but the whole time we were eating dinner, all I wanted to do was get back to mum’s diaries and see if I could figure out what it was that dad used to do, that they were afraid I’d do too.
It wasn’t until I’d gone to bed that night that I was finally able to dig out mum’s diaries, and catch up on where I’d got to. It didn’t refer to what my dad had done, but it was a bit weird.
Wilma’s diary
Being pregnant is sort of fun, because it’s what we all wanted, but it hasn’t made them slow down at all. I love having sex with them, but it’s like they’re still trying to impregnate me, even though they already succeeded.
Are they trying to put extra babies in me? Dory still does that creepy thing where he pushes his cum back inside me as it slides out, and although it feels kinda nice, it’s just weird.
Gray has returned to form a bit, waiting for Dory to fuck me, before he insists on fucking Dory. At least Dory doesn’t pretend he doesn’t like it anymore. It’s weird to think that they kidnapped me, and while Dory was raping me because he wanted me to have his baby, Gray was raping him too. What a fucked up way to get together.
I still wonder if I’ve just lost my mind. Do I feel like I belong with them? Yeah, because I know that I must be at least as messed up as them to enjoy the things they do. Is it normal though? I’m pretty sure it couldn’t be further from normal. In any other circumstance, they should both be behind bars.
The main thing, the most important thing, is this amazing baby we somehow created amongst all of that cruelty and bizarreness. We had no idea which one of them would actually be the father, but it wouldn’t matter, because we would all be parents.
Now I just can’t wait to meet our child, but I have at least two months left before we do that. In some ways I’m looking forward to the break after the birth, because they’ll have to stop fucking me for a while. At least I can watch the two of them with each other during that time.
10
Anneka
OurholidayinFrancewas nothing like I’d expected. I thought we’d go out seeing the sights and eating in pretty restaurants, lots of bread with garlic, stuff like that.
Instead we were staying in some ugly old building, too far away from anywhere to see anything, except green fields that looked just like something we’d see in England.
That wasn’t the strangest part though. The strangest part was when we were three days into our holiday, and dad told us the real reason we were there. He’d been offered a job there. He was moving there.He. Not us.He was moving there without us.
I couldn’t believe my parents were splitting up, and dad was just dropping us in it like this. Mum was a mess, crying and shouting at him, and I was just numb. He was shouty and angry and I was half afraid of him, but he was still my dad. I couldn’t even imagine him not being around anymore. And it wasn’t even just like he’d be down the road, and I’d see him each week. He’d be in another country.
Suddenly our holiday was being cut short, because dad wanted to get us back home and start packing, and getting on with his new life. I had no idea how we’d even manage without him, because he’d always been there. Mum worked, but was it enough for us to keep living in the same house, or would we have to move too? Would we leave town and have to start again? Would I be taken away from my friends as well?
The whole journey home, the atmosphere in the car and the train was tense, and filled with mum’s quiet crying, and I just wished that things would end faster, because this was a horrible place to be stuck in, with no idea what the future held for any of us.
Blaze
DADDY GRAY WAS STUBBORN enough that he grudgingly agreed to go back to the hospital for more appointments, but insisted on being up and around in between. He kept saying he was no pussy, but I wasn’t sure what cats had to do with being burned.
My mind was still caught up in the diary entries of mum’s that I’d been reading. I knew my dads were close and that the three of them were together, but reading about how their relationship had started was just weird.
I mean, at eleven years old, I knew some things but not many. Not enough to understand exactly what some of it meant. I did know that ‘rape’ was a bad thing, but the fact that my dads had done that to mum and each other, and they were together, made me wonder if it wasn’t really as bad as people said it was. It was confusing, but when I tried googling it, I had some weird stuff come up, mostly helplines and support groups, so it wasn’t much help.
The other thing that was bothering me was Anneka being gone. Even though I hadn’t been allowed to see her since the fence fire, I’d still watched her from my bedroom window as much as I could, and I still thought about her all the time.
Having read mum’s diaries, I realised that Anneka might have them too, and maybe I could find out more about her if I read them. The tricky part was getting into their house to read them, because they were away and it was locked up tight.
