This chapter is the only one for getting rated T for more than just langauge. Not all of the story will be like this, but i feel this is necassry to show you how Sonny feels. Women won't be described like this in following chapters. This is my first attempt at T and i'm atually posting it for some unknown reason. (Even though I have only posted one other story, I have a lot on my computer that I feel can't be posted.) I may not be good at sexual hinting scenes, it's my first try at this. So consutructive critisism is welcomed any time!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny with a Chance or anything else I am not meant to. I own the plot though.
What a night!
It was possibly the worst day of my life; I had to go to my father's wedding! The weirdest thing is that I probably only saw him two times before that in my whole life.
My first encounter with my dad was when I was six: I had broken a rib, a leg and an arm; I was forced to stay in hospital for 2 weeks! Pushing myself in front of Lucy when a car was heading her way was what had caused me to stay in that dreaded place for so long. It was terrible! My dad came to visit me the on the third day I was there, which was ok considering he lived so far away. That was the first time I saw him. He was a good-looking, handsome man. He dated a lot of women and dropped them just as quickly as he had picked them up. But he only stayed for half an hour then he left. I hadn't seen him for while after that and truthfully, I didn't expect to see him again either.
The second encounter was painful even though I shouldn't have cared. It affected me in a way I wouldn't have imagined it would. I saw my dad for about thirty seconds. I remember that day in detail, the day I first knew what people meant when they said "to have your heart shattered into million pieces" or "you feel your heart cry" or "you feel like a ton of bricks was dropped on you". The funniest part is that, it wasn't even a big deal and yet I felt so crushed. I knew it was happening and yet I went home crying when I was provided with actual proof and evidence. Many people may think I'm being a drama queen, but they wouldn't know what it feels like.
Shortly after I turned thirteen and I was officially allowed to say that I was a teenager and I started to act like I'm someone big and important. Our school had a five-day trip to the Olympic Peninsula which coincidently, was where my so-called father had his business office. The father that wasn't even there to see his wife give birth! He lived somewhere else, but it didn't know where. The only thing I knew was that, he had his office here. (Which I think was an unsuitable place to have a head office for a business.)
We were staying in a hotel, not a youth hostel but a hotel! On a school trip, that was something pretty amazing. Some stuck up girls father said he wanted his daughter to stay in a proper hotel and not in a "dirty place", the school board said that it wasn't fair on the other students and the school couldn't afford a hotel. So the snobby rich man paid for all of us.
I was rooming with Lucy and two other girls. Practically everyone was friends with me so I didn't have any rooming problems. All four of us had planned to sneak out to prank the boys when it was dark. But as we quietly opened the door and I was peering through the side to check if the cost was clear the door opposite opened. The scene before me was very short but heart-rending.
My dad was holding the door open with a ripped shirt on and a pair of Calvin Klein black boxers and it looked like the piece of fabric had been shoved on in a rush. He was sending off a woman who was very beautiful wearing a strapless cherry red dress which came up to about just under her bottom. Her breasts were very red and looked sore, her lipstick was smeared everywhere and she sauntered off dazedly down the corridor. My dad shut the door. That only lasted a couple of seconds. But that was enough. But I wasn't going to tell anyone and ruin the trip or the prank...
I whispered, "The coast is clear."
We set off to the boys' room and knocked on their door, a very tired Lucas opened it. And we pelted them with water balloons. We messed around for approximately an hour, till around 12 o'clock. However, I couldn't bring myself to enjoy it. Lucy noticed this. As we snuck back to our room, quietly laughing, (everyone except me) Lucy eyed me and raised her eyebrows. I mouthed 'later' to her and kept my face solemn.
But oh no! As if that wasn't enough, I see my father again. This time, looking very smart, wearing a suit and all cleaned up. His arm around a woman's waist, both holding glasses of Champaign; this lady had rich black curls hanging over her shoulders and emerald green eyes. Her white skin so pale you could mistake her for air. She was barely covered. Her neckline going down to the waist in a V-shape and her dress backless, it flared just above her knee. But my dad was too busy pecking her neck to see that I just walked past him. I shut my door not wanting to see more. My dad being a player, using his muscles and humour to charm women was something I didn't want to see. Whether they knew he was using them for it or they thought he actually liked them was beyond me. Frankly I didn't care; those women were skanks to just hook up with someone they barely knew.
After Cassie and Sasha were asleep I woke-up and whisper-told what I saw to Lucy. Unable to resist, I spent the following nights looking through the peep hole at the door opposite. Watching women pinned against it, two people half stripping each other before they're even inside the room and many people without the Y chromosome exit all bedazzled.
But my dad didn't know about the hotel. I was shocked to see that he was marrying someone and promising to commit to them. After my mother and the divorce, I expected him to just carry on doing what he did at the hotel.
My mum didn't want to go to the wedding and my dad was fine with that. He wanted me to go for some unknown reason and he even sent me a dress to wear. I wasn't even the bridesmaid or flower girl or anything. But he still sent me a dress. Luckily, he didn't give me anything like what his it partners wore. It was like what I wore for the 'so you think you can pee pee dance' sketch but a deep, wine purple. The colour of my outfit to Chad's party.
My dad didn't even come to invite me. No, he sends everything by post along with a letter. So I went out of respect even though he didn't deserve it. Even if I refused my mum would tell me to go, she didn't know about what I saw at the Olympic Peninsula, but if she did; she'd still make me go. I was sure of that.
I went to the wedding today.
It was boring, I found it difficult to sit still and quiet for that long. Besides, I didn't see anyone I knew. I saw my grandparents for the first time though, my grandma smiled at me but otherwise didn't say anything. My granddad talked to me just before the wedding started. This is what he said;
"I'm sorry about your dad; I don't know where we went wrong with him. I didn't even want to do the wedding and hand him over because I know he is a womaniser and I'm disgusted but out of duty I did. Don't worry, I told him that we won't attend another wedding."
By we, he meant himself and grandma. I was pretty surprised that he called his own son a womaniser. But yet again, who wouldn't if they had him for a son.
"It's ok; you don't need to tell me not to worry though. Because I only came out of respect that he is still my father by blood." Smiling at him, I hugged him. He seemed like a nice man. And with that I went back to my seat.
The bride walked down the aisle, 'walked' would be an understatement, she didn't glide or float either . No, she looked like she was on a catwalk, swaying her backside side to side. It was terrible; this was nothing like a wedding. What my dad sent me was nothing like what you'd wear to a wedding. What my now step-mother wore was nothing like what a bridesmaid would wear to a wedding. This was nothing like a wedding!
She wore a white strapless which came to just below her swaying ass! I just had to say it. I couldn't try to keep innocent by saying backside etc. The dress showed her ass's shape carefully in full detail, I don't think the lady was wearing proper underwear; either she was wearing thongs or nothing at all! That's how you could see every single thing about her ass in precision. Her legs were perfectly tanned and her curly brown hair was tied up in a bridal style bun to show off her shoulders and skin. The front neckline, though it was strapless has a slit down the middle of her boobs in a V-shape that met at the bottom of her valley between her boobs. I bet those huge things at the front were fake!
This wedding was awful! It had made me, Sonny Monroe, say such things like ass and boobs and comment on how fake someone's boobs were. I was so pissed! See that, it made me say piss!
Just as the newlywed were about to set off on their honey moon. My dad beckoned me to him.
"This is your now official step-mother, Jess. Jessica..." he gestured towards the slut that could pass for my step-sister.
"Just because you're some Hollywood star, don't think you're in control here. Stay out of my way, and don't expect to have the family fortune, bitch." She snarled, showing her pearly white teeth as if she was saying something sweet to me so the crowd wouldn't see her true colours. Wow, that was nothing like I expected. My anger started to boil over and if it was rated by a thermometer, the thermometer would have broken and the red juice would be flowing over!
She definitely pushed my buttons. "Listen here, whore-"
"How dare you call your step-mother names!" my oh-so-fatherly dad fumed.
"She called me a bitch, and you have nothing to say about that?" I raised my voice slightly, but no one except my grandpa heard. My dad shut his big fat gob afraid of getting attention. I continued, "Listen here whore," the whore narrowed her eyes at me. "Don't tell me to stay out of your way because I wouldn't want to be in a mile radius near you anyway. I don't want this family's fortune. This isn't my family" I gave my dad a look, "so I don't understand how you think I might want it. It looks like you're the one who's here for the fortune slut, besides I bet that my income by the time I get to the age of being able to get the fortune would be much higher anyway. I don't want any of the dirty money of a man whore! And yes, I am a Hollywood star and guess what? I am in control here!"
Everything I had said was nothing like me. Swearing, conceitedness and stuck-up-ness.
My dad didn't say anything to me, the bitch was about o say something and I had a feeling it wasn't something nice by the way her plastic face contorted and her fake nose scrunched into an ugly wolf-like one but my dad picked her up and set her on his lap distracting her by giving her a peck.
But being the slag she is, she put both her legs on either side of him, straddling him. Changing an innocent peck into something else, going in for a kiss, a full make-out session. My dad squeezed her cheeks that seem unable to sway while walking and the carriage rode off with them fully at it. Before I saw them fully out of view I saw the evil witch smirk and wink at me while pulling my dad closer to her by the neck.
She did that to annoy me, what did she think? I'll get jealous that she has my 'dad' to herself?
It was totally the opposite, I felt sorry for her. She'll have to face him and let him do her every single day until he dies and she gets the money.
As soon as their transport was completely out of view, there was an explosion of claps and people were patting my back. I guess they knew what was happening and pretended not to. There was a lot of:
"Well done!"
"Good for you!"
"You set the bitch right!"
"Finally, someone said it to those two!"
The good thing I found out that day was, no one at the wedding liked either of the newly wedded people. The man who handed over the slut told me that he was paid to because her real parents kicked Jessica out the house. Apparently she worked at a strip bar and was a part-time prostitute! My grandparents were really proud of me and they actually hugged me a million times. Most people went to celebrate at my grandparent's house, it was a huge mansion-like place and I had a great time. It was probably the best party I've ever been to, that's amazing considering I've been to many Hollywood parties too.
Grandpa Max and Grandma Verona had lost all contact of their son. They said that after the wedding, that was it.
"Well, darling. I heard there was going to be a little storm out there tonight. Not strong enough for huge warnings but I think it'll just be safe if you got home before it's too late. It won't kill you, but I don't want you to get caught up in it." Grandpa Max smiled.
"You probably don't have time to watch the news with your busy life and all, just want our favourite grandchild to be safe!" Grandma Verona held onto my shoulder!
"OK. I'm a bit tired anyway..." I smiled my toothy grin.
I had a feeling that this was the start of something new. I think that I'll be really close with my grandparents after this. The way normal people are: going to visit them on weekends, grandma coming over to your house to help with the cooking, you throwing a huge surprise party for their important anniversaries…
I couldn't stop thinking of all the things I could do with them. All in all, from the worst day ever, it took a 180 and became the best day ever. I was so happy, filled with so much joy that I couldn't keep that cheesy grin off of my face as I made my way from the parking-lot to my apartment.
Little did I know that I couldn't judge so quickly. That there was more waiting for me just in the space between walking to my apartment. That it would be something involving a certain blonde-headed boy…
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