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Conor:Why did you guys fall out?

Star:So many reasons.

Star:Dad only got clean because of Dagger and Lorelei.

Conor:Not you?

Star:No.

Conor:Damn. How come?

Star:They helped him. I guess I didn’t.

Conor:Meaning?

Star:I used to get mad at him. We’d argue like crazy and had screaming matches that’d have all the roadies freezing in fear because Dad had a temper and I inherited it.

Conor:I’m surprised there wasn’t more gossip.

Star:noxxious’s management had the staff on tour under NDAs more iron-clad than a medieval nun’s chastity belt.

Conor:Makes sense with that kind of shit going down.

Star:Yeah, but it was from the good old days. Pre-Mom, that was how Dad rolled. I just didn’t know that until I walked in on him having a fucking orgy with three groupies.

Conor:Jesus!!

Star:Hmm. It’s great being a rock star, doncha know?

Conor:But he let you walk in on that?

Star:I should have learned the code earlier.

Conor:Babe, you really fucking shouldn’t have to learn a code to go and see your dad. And that’s me. ME saying that. I was more likely to walk in on Da torturing someone than fucking someone, but he still didn’t let me walk in on that shit. He did it in places where his kids couldn’t witness him be that way until he wanted us in the life.

Star:That’s the first time you’ve called me ‘babe.’

Conor:Nah.

Star:I think it is.

Conor:How do you feel about it?

Star:I don’t loathe it.

Conor:Lol. Good?

Star:Do I have to develop a name for you? Connywon?

Conor:LMAO. Um. NOoooPpe. *pukes*

Star::P

Conor:You could, you know, call me babe back. Or sweetheart.

Star:We’ll see.

**Five minutes later**

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