Dear diary
“Dear Diary, Today is not going to be my cup of tea, not now, not ever. Especially today… Why do you ask? Today It’s My father’s Birthday and personally I don’t give a flying fuck about it at all, well at first.. Again you ask why I’m such an asshole to him? Well you see he’s not that good of a father, he’s changed ever since I was in middle school, He found out I was Pansexual and he went bat shit crazy on me. He told me I wasn’t his son. He.. Hasn’t treated me the same after that happened. And I don’t understand why he isn’t accepting that. On the other hand, my mother is the sweetest woman ever, although she does tell me I should be a little more open to them, and active in other places. Either way I still love her!”
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As we walked around the mall my father would enter random stores and buy stupid things for his birthday. We waited and waited for such a long time for him to make up his mind. I wasn’t dealing with that crap so I decided to find a bench nearby. He stopped me out of nowhere and he spoke in his normal Monotone voice, “And where are you going young man?” I stare at him with a nasty look in my eyes “I’m going to sit on that bench over there” He hums and shooed me away. I ignored it and just.. Walked over to the bench and started texting on my phone.
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Soon enough, people started to sit down on the bench I was at, or hovering over it with their kids and families, I started to hyperventilate as I felt like the people shamed me for being there.
Kids ask their parents 'Why is he wearing a skirt?" or listening to men and women shame me for what i was wearing.. I fainted a while later and woke up to see myself in a different room. it wasn't the mall, and I wasn't in my bedroom. I panicked and moved around a tad bit, I wanted to leave, but i wasn't too sure where I was at.
“What the hell...? Were am I!?” I told myself in more of a panic, I then hear a faint cocky chuckle. It became louder and louder, until i had turned to see my father standing behind me.
“Calm down you idiot, it's just me.” I Looked at him in a worried way and shouted
“W-Where am I!? ” My father started to chuckle even more.
“Your In Your mother and I's room, duh” He responded to my answer,I sweat more than usual
“W-What do you mean..!?” He yet again cracks a grin and chuckles
“WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING YOU FUCKING MANIAC!?” My father stops chuckling and whispers harshly in my ear.
“Listen here you little shit. Your mother isn’t home and that’s it. Now shut your damn mouth before I tape it shut.” I blushed, as my breath turned lustful. I liked how rough he was with his words, but..why? He bites his lip, amused at what he saw.
“Get the hell away from me.” I muttered in a harsh but sexual tone. Father rolls his eyes and stands up.
“What a brat you are.”
“I’m not a brat!” He smirks.
“Oh really..? Prove it.” I stayed silent for a while. Father breaks the silence and says,
“Exactly.”
I still didn’t get why he kept turning me on.
“Dad..Kiss me"
"What..?"
"fucking kiss me!" I begged, he soon smirked, smacking his lips onto mine, I hummed into the kiss, caressing is neck.
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