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It was true that it was over between Brody and me. I didn’t think we’d get back together but, honestly, I wasn’t sure what I wanted. I just knew that I didn't want to be treated like I was a second rate citizen. Or just second to anyone or anything in general.
So I showed up at my father’s, ready to tell him everything. That it was over with Brody, and that I was sorry for being such a bad daughter.
Still, I wanted Brody, even if I knew that having him was not a good idea. I didn’t even know what was a good idea. But Brody had missed my doctor’s appointment for our child, and he didn’t even care. He didn’t even tell me he was going to be gone, and he couldn’t tell me why he didn’t tell me.
When I showed up at my father’s, I was ready to tell him exactly that.
By this time, Daddy had recovered pretty well, so I didn’t have to worry about stressing him out with my feelings. He never really reacted well to anything me, my mother, or even my sister told him. I was the favorite, so anything I did was incredibly important to him.
I approached him, as he was taking a walk outside. We didn’t have much of a backyard, but luckily, the neighborhood had an open back area and park for him to walk. He was barely past his house when I caught him.
“Daddy!” I yelled, trying to get his attention.
He must have been hard of hearing, because he didn’t turn around.
I tried again, as I got closer, and he turned around, unsure of himself.
“Oh,” he said. With open arms, he embraced me. “I’m glad I’m alive to live another day with you, my wonderful daughter.”
Is he hopped up on something?
“Daddy,” I said. I was afraid to talk to him about Brody.What could I say?
I figured that it might be best to ease him into conversation about Brody.
“So, how are things?” I wasn’t really one for small talk, and neither was he.
He chuckled. “What’s on your mind?”
This happy version of my father was nice, very much unlike the father of mine who had been extremely overprotective of me when I first started seeing Brody. He had killed a guy over for it, for god’s sakes.
“Daddy,” I said, pensively.
“Sweetheart,” he said.
I felt a strong wave of guilt and conflicting emotions. On the one hand, I still cared about Brody. Yes, he turned me on. Yes, I wanted him. But it was so much more than that. On the other hand, I had dumped him for good reason. He was way too absent, for a father-to-be, and didn’t seem to trust me enough to let me know what was going on.
I still remember his words, “The less you know, the better.” That just made me sick. It made me think that he was just like all men, and that he only cared about one thing. I rolled my eyes at the thought that I had just been this sucker, who had succumbed to his will.
He was like all the others, the only difference being that he was more of a man in bed.I swear off of men forever. If they’re all like him, then none of them are good enough for me.
“Daddy, no man is good enough for me,” I said.
To my surprise, he looked at me with disdain. Or maybe it was disgust. This wasn’t like him, and part of me wanted to know who had taken my father. He surprised me even more with what he said.
“What are you talking about? Isn’t Brody your man? He and I talked just the other day,” Dad said.
“You did?”
“He didn’t tell you?” Dad asked. He asked me as if someone had forgotten to leave the pickles out in my burger. It didn’t sound important to him, and then it dawned on me.If talking to my mother about his plans wasn’t normal, then he wouldn’t expect Brody to tell me about his plans either.
I shook my head, and my father looked at me tight-lipped.
“Well,” he said. “It sounds like you two have some things to work out. But honey, he’s a good man. He’s more than worthy of you.”
“You had a man killed over he and I seeing each other!” I yelled angrily at my father. I had never spoken to him that way, and his reaction was priceless.
He just shrugged. “What’s in the past is in the past. Call Brody. Talk to him.”
