37 LIZ'S DADDY ISSUE
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"There... there... Get it all out," I had no choice but to stop the car and pat her back as she violently threw up on the roadside. "It's over now. Deep breaths."
Barffff! Barfffff!!! BARFFFF!!!
Every drop of alcohol came out from her body and here I am patting her back like her best friend. Fuck! What the hell am I doing here? This isn't the plan... So, so far from the plan. Should I just leave her on the roadside and drive away? Tsk...
It took a few minutes before she stopped throwing out.
"Here, wash up," I gave her the water bottle. There isn't any shop or anything in the area where I can buy some wipes, so, water would have to do. I dragged her toward the car, hoping she wouldn't throw up inside the car. I put her in the back seat.
I got in and started the car.
"Sorry about that. I drank a little too much today," Liz apologized, rubbing the back of her neck while buckling her seatbelt.
"No worries," I said as I began to drive, "You feeling better?"
"Oh yeah! Thank you, again. What are you doing here this late, anyway?" She leaned into the seat.
"Just taking some lone time drive," I casually said, making my plan more reasonable, "But, dang! First Flash and now you... What the hell is going on today?"
"Flash?" She leaned forward.
"Yeah, someone beat him up pretty badly, probably got mugged or something. I took him to the hospital," I informed her.
"What?! Is he ok?!" She asked.
"Dunno, didn't ask," The carefree approach is important. "You think after everything your little group did to me for years, I would care? I wanted to leave him on the road to die, but... Anyway, took him to the hospital, that's it. Not my problem anymore. Where is it that you wanna go? You wanna see him or you wanna go home? Choose one, quick. The faster I drop you off, the better. No offense," I added.
"Um... Sorry... I..." She was about to apologize, but I cut her off.
"Just because, tonight... today... right now, I'm giving you a ride, it doesn't change anything. I hope I made myself clear," I ended with a cold and harsh tone. She didn't say anything after that. She sat quietly in the back seat. For a while there was silence. She clearly understood her place. Good. She's still a spoiled brat and I can see the anger rising in her for a moment before dying down in a second. Someone should show her, her real place.
"Home..." She mumbled, "can you take me home, please?"
"Alright," I sped off toward her home.
"Thank you," She quietly said, clearly upset or humiliated. Either way, it doesn't matter to me. First I will talk some sense into her thick skull. If that fails, then I have to break her pride and arrogance, and then when she's at the lowest point of her self-esteem, I'll step in. Then she won't have any choice left, except me.
That's when I'll own her...
The rest of the drive was silent, both me and Liz said nothing till I stopped before her house.
"Your parents allow you to go out and drink and party just like that?" I looked at her in the mirror.
"Never knew my mom. She died shortly after I was born. Dad remarried last month, so... It's hard to accept someone else as my mom and I hate my dad for never telling me my own mother's name nor does he have any photos of her. So, no. No one ever asked," Her tone was sullen, lonely, and angry.
"Daddy issue... or in this case, mommy issue? Atleast you have someone you can call Dad and Mom," My bitter tone struck a chord inside her, she looked at me for the first time with sorrow. "Wanna know what's mine like? I don't even remember their face or their voice or their smell... I don't remember a single thing about my parents. All I knew was Uncle Ben and Aunt May. But then Uncle Ben died in an accident, and all I had was Aunt May to raise me... Life was hard, but, look at me... Top student in our school and look at you, just a bullying alcoholic teen who thinks her life is hard just because you don't have a mom and your dad refuses to answer you... Have you ever wondered that he isn't answering you because you might get even more hurt after knowing the truth?"
I unlocked the door.
"Waste your life with delinquents or use it for something useful. Atleast you will get to hear your new mom and dad say they are proud of you. Maybe if you get a sibling or two in the future, they will be able to say with pride that their big sister isn't a bad person. But then again, it's your life, the choice is yours to make,"
Liz was stunned for a good minute by my words. I mean... how else did I say those things to her, she just got out of her seat, muttering, "Thanks... see ya."
I watched her as she walked through the big gate toward the house. She stopped near the door and turned around. She walked back to my car.
"Dropped something?" I asked as I looked back.
"You think Dad isn't telling me about my real mom because the truth will hurt me?" She asked.
"Honestly, I got no idea. I just said what came to my mind. Only your dad knows. It's for you to talk to him if you want to. Nothing wrong with the truth, you're smart, and I'm sure you can deal with it. But your dad might think otherwise..." After a brief pause, I spoke, "There are things out of anyone's control, you see," I consoled her, "Life goes on, even when people leave us."
I think that's it, if I am going to gain her trust then I need her to feel that we understand each other in a way, or that I can be that shoulder for her to cry on. Either way, in the end, she'll have no choice. She will come to me of her own free will.
"I will try to talk with him. Thanks, Peter," Liz turned around without another word. I watched her climb the porch. She took her keys out of the small pocket in her bag and unlocked the door. She paused for a second looking back before going in.
Phew! She's gone. I feel bad for her, but if I start to feel bad for everyone, that will lead nowhere. No use trying to give an extra pound of charity to people who won't understand the depth of their mistakes. I took off from her house and made my way back home. Hopefully, all that talk has gone through that thick skull of her.
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Shit! I am late. May might still be awake, but I have a proper excuse today.
I parked the car in the garage and went inside. Yup! There she is... Sitting in the living room, looking toward me as I entered the room.
"You missed dinner and look at the time, young man. Almost mid-night," Oh yes... the classic 'Wait-til-I'm-done-scolding-then-we-talk.' It's my lucky day! "Now sit and listen," And there is no escape from this, just play along for now, "All I ever asked for was the decency to call me and let me know how your evening out will go. You know how worried I was? Do you even understand or care? Here I was ready to jump onto the couch in grief and fear when you show up at the door like a man who wants to end the date, not start it. What's wrong with you lately? What's got into your head, Peter?"
I breathed a deep sigh. There she goes again...
"A classmate... Well, actually two classmates got into trouble today. So, I was helping them. One was badly injured and the other almost got mugged... Anyway, it's been a long night and I'd rather not talk about it," I replied as I took off my shoes.
"You alright? You aren't hurt or anything?" May stood up and rushed toward me.
"No worries. Everyone is alright. We can speak about that later. I guess you and MJ still haven't eaten yet, right?" I patted her shoulder, calming May down.
"You freshen up, I will call MJ and heat up the dinner," She smiled, but there was that worried look on her face.
"Sure thing,"
I went upstairs and freshened up quickly. Dinner was quite calm and peaceful. May and MJ didn't pry much into the matter. Well, I did take Flash to the hospital after kicking the shit out of him and saving Liz. If not for me, she might have gotten fucked by Flash and then shot on the road. Who knows?
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