Prodigal

~18~

After flying back to Australia, I wasn’t in the mood to see Dad, because I was afraid he didn’t want to see me and I was afraid he would be really pissed at me or disown me.

I walked to Uncle Jack’s house, asking if I could crash for a few days. He let me in, and I fell asleep from jet leg. It was afternoon when I finally woke up and got dressed.

“Afternoon Sleeping Beauty.” Jack said to me as he walked outside to his porch where I was sitting and sat down next to me.

“At least you think I’m a beauty.” I said back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

“No.” I said back, weakly.

“Kay. Want a beer?”

I gave him the dumbass look. “Do you want my dad to try and kill you again?”

“I know you're upset but I'm no therapist. I’m not going to pull it out of you. Either you talk or you drink.”

“Well I’m not drinking.” I said. “I’m not going to be my mother.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere.”

“She was drunk the entire time I was there. She kept calling me gay, and…”

“What a bitch.”

“If I ask you a question, will you tell me the honest truth?”

“I will. If that’s what you really want. But make sure it’s what you want. The truth can’t be unlearned.”

Damn, why did he have to cast doubt. No, I have to know the truth. And I might get it from him, because Lord knows I won’t get it from my father.

I might finally get the truth.

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