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His tall, imposing frame, so much likehis, takes up most of the space behind the podium. His raven hair is almost likehis.And then he turns to look at me, ashwood eyes narrowing, not like his, but just as beautiful. The stubble on his strong jaw is mesmerizing, coupled with his thick eyebrows. The high arch of his cheekbones, made for the front of magazines, not for teaching high schoolers. His arms, thick ropes of muscle as he crosses them over his built chest.Is it hot in here?He clears his throat, and thankfully my brain is there to help me out to send signals to my feet to move or I would have stood in the doorway all day, staring at him.
The bell rings as I get to the table where Jake sits, grinning as he pulls my seat out for me. I sit, thanking my boyfriend before turning to face the front of the class. His black pants are tight, accentuating his ass as he turns around and starts writing on the dry-erase board.
His voice is rough gravel that wraps around me like smoke when he speaks. “My name is Mr. Boyd and I’ll be your government and economics teacher this year.”
I knew I was sick.
Twisted and tormented.
When I find myself wanting an older man—my teacher, to be exact—that’s when I realize my daddy issues are very much real.
I figured out fast that my family wasn’t normal. And not just because they gave me what would be considered a boy's name in every country except in Scotland.
No, I figured it out when I sawhim.In the newspaper, front and center. Governor Collins. With his family. Except, Mom and I were not there.
See, I always believed the man who gave me life was always away because he was the state governor. It makes sense. After years and years of seeing him withthemin the newspaper, smiling, linking his arms with his wife, who was beautiful with her chestnut hair, small button nose, and model-like body. She sadly died two years ago. Fatal gunshot at a peaceful protest. Most people in my position would have been ecstatic. I, however, was not. I mourned the loss of my brothers’ mother. My brothers, all tall and imposing like him. With raven hair and sharp jawlines. One’s eyes, the oldest, is blue like mine. Taking after our father. While the other two favored the brown of their late mother’s eyes. Mom and I… we’re his other family. The one he keeps under lock and key. The one who lives at the very opposite end of the city. Farthest away from him and his true family.
I don’t know why I didn’t notice it sooner.
How I have to always refer to him as Richard instead of Dad. How he always brushes me off in favor of holding my mother.
He loves her.
Truly loves her.
And I think he may love me, too, but not enough to allow me any perks of having a real father.
When he arrives, it’s with a present. Expensive and shiny.
With small “Go play” and “No hugging.”
I figured I was probably a mistake.
He wanted my mom.
Not me.
He wanted to have his perfect family and his true love on the side. He wanted one family and since I didn’t come with a penis, I was of no use to him.
So yeah, not normal.
My mom told me he was just busy and to give him time to come around. To be thankful for my lavish life and the best education money could buy.
That I should be lucky he didn’t give us a settlement and sweep us under the rug.
And I am—I am thankful for my life. It’s cozy. Rich.
And I want for nothing, except…
I want acceptance and love, but he couldn’t give it to me. No matter how hard I tried. How amazing my grades were. How beautiful I turned out to be.
I wasn’t good enough.
Not forhim.
When I asked if I could meet my brothers, he shut me down. Said to never call them that because they never were or will be my brothers.
So yeah, not normal.
