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It doesn’t take long for me to get back to my parent’s house. I am still shaking even as I pull into the street, my hands trembling on the wheel. I am so exhausted, so emotionally drained. All I want is to hide away from the world until it stops feeling so awful.
I get to my parent’s house, and I realize that I can’t pull into the drive behind my dad’s car. There is another car there already, a small car in bright pink.
I park on the curb and get out, staring at the car. I don’t know anyone with a bright pink car, and I didn’t think Dad knew anyone, either. I approach the offending item, noticing that there are lashes on the headlamps.
I didn’t know cars still had those.
What is going on?
I go into the house, putting my bag on the table.
“Dad?” I call. “Dad, are you here?”
There is no response to me, but I do hear a moan coming from the kitchen. Then I hear a second moan, this one coming from a woman. My heart sinks. I already know what is going on.
I don’t want to go looking, but my feet take me down the hall to the kitchen. I stand in the doorway and see a dark-haired woman sitting on the counter, wearing just a man’s shirt that Dad is starting to unbutton as he kisses her. He is shirtless, wearing jeans that look to be undone and are starting to sag about his hips.
For a moment, I am shocked at what I’m seeing. Of all the scenarios in my head, this is not what I expected.
“What the hell, Dad?”
The woman gasps. She pushes Dad away and tugs her shirt closed, closing her legs and shifting her knees away from me. Dad turns, blinking when he sees me.
“Elle. I didn’t think you were going to be back yet.”
“Obviously.” I can’t stop myself from staring at the woman. “Who is this? What the fuck is going on?”
“Language, young lady,” Dad warns, but I storm over and shove him in the chest.
“Shut the hell up, Dad! I don’t give a damn about my language when I’ve just come back from Mom’s funeral to find my dad messing around with his side piece!”
“You should watch your language, Elle,” the woman says as she gets off the counter, still buttoning up the shirt. “At your age, you shouldn’t be cursing so much.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I spin around on her.
“I don’t know who you are, but you don’t get to tell me what I do.” I am so angry that I feel like I’m vibrating. “What the fuck are you doing here? You’re the reason Dad left Mom’s funeral, I take it? And in her house as well? Do you not have any respect?”
The woman shrugs.
“She’s dead now. We can’t get caught by her anymore.”
“What sort of logic is that?” I scream.
Dad grabs my arm and pulls me back. It’s only then that I realize that I’ve been advancing on the woman. I yank away from Dad and hit him in the chest.
“What the hell, Dad? Why would you do this? You and Mom were married!”
“And it wasn’t walking for a while. Your mother knew that, but she was too stubborn to let go.” Dad moves away from me and wraps an arm around the woman’s waist. “Megan and I have something special. Not like what your mom and I had.”
I feel like I’ve walked into a nightmare. But it all begins to fall into place. Mom and Dad have been fighting over the past couple of years, especially since I left for college. Dad is barely home, and when he is he and Mom barely interact. Is it because of this woman?
“You think cheating on Mom is going to be excused, Dad?” I demand. “How long have you been fucking around on her?”
“It’s not cheating,” the woman says. She puts a hand on Dad’s chest and gives him a smile. “Not when the marriage is already done.”
“I didn’t ask you,” I snap. “How long, Dad?”
Dad sighs.
