"I hear you've
never felt so alive
So much desire beyond control
And as usual
I am the last to know
The last to know how you're feeling
The
last to know where you are
The last to know if you're happy
now," Del Amitri
I'm not sure which of his lies hurt me the most, so I think I should just list everything that has gone wrong, so I can look it over, and try to decide, once I've had a chance to thoroughly examine my situation.
My father lied to my mother and had an affair with Rachel Dunlevy, and even managed to get her pregnant
He lied to her and got her locked up in a mental ward, and took the baby away.
He lied to her/us about where he was and what happened to the baby, claiming that it died.
He told me that he wanted me to go back to Metropolis and work with him, but nothing more ever came from that. Granted it has only been about a week, but still.
I found Lucas alive and—somewhat well—living in edge city, and brought him to Smallville, with the hopes that he would help me be able to keep Lex Corp. since dad wasn't planning on taking me with him when he leaves for Metropolis.
Dad seduced Lucas, and kicked me out of the mansion, all of it to get back at me for…whatever he thinks I've done.
It turns out he's not even blind any more. He's been able to see for weeks, but didn't say anything. He lied, so he could keep an eye on me. He's been watching me this whole time, studying me, and all of it just so he could knock me down a peg or two.
Yeah, that's not nearly as helpful as I was hoping it would be. Maybe it really is the whole blindness thing that really bothers me. I never expected him to treat me well, but his being blind made him weaker. It brought him down to my level, and we bonded. I think I liked it that way, because I didn't feel as though I was constantly disappointing him. He needed me almost as much as I needed him.
So I let myself fall for him, again. I let go. I trusted him. That was, undoubtedly one of the stupidest things I have ever done, but then again hindsight is always 20-20, so who knows.
Dad came to talk to me this afternoon, about the past week, about everything. He marched right through the doors of my office and up to my desk. He must have noticed the glare on my face and the hatred in my eyes (who could have missed it?) because he wrapped is arms around me and kissed the top of my head, chuckling to himself, quietly.
"I'd be careful if I were you, son. It would be a shame if your face got stuck that way, permanently." When I didn't respond, he decided to use a different tactic. Dad slid his hand down my chest, slowly popping the buttons open on my shirt, leaning in and healing deeply. He pressed his head against my chest, his curls tickling me but I didn't laugh. I wouldn't let myself.
"Dad, I'm a little busy. If you didn't mind, this, is going to have to wait," I said, pushing my chair all the way back to the wall. I only got a tiny bit of satisfaction, when my sudden movement caused him to stumble, especially since it was only for an instant, before he caught himself.
"I was hoping you would give me an opportunity to speak to you. I believe we have a number of things to work out, if you are still planning on returning to Luthorcorp, that is."
"Well, I'm not. In case you were unsure, I think I'll stay in Smallville. It may not be what I always wanted, but at least here, people are honest with me. They don't go around behind my back trying to steal everything I've worked for."
"You really believe that, don't you?" he asked, smiling. "While it's a pity you won't be joining me, you should know better than to think such things, Son. They hate you. You're my son, and no matter what you do, no one will ever see passé that."
"So you're suggesting I just give in and come and be with you in Metropolis, since it's only a matter of time until you decide to yank me back there like it or not? You really ought to write a book on all of this parenting stuff, Dad."
"Of course not. You are free to do as you wish. I was just trying to help you, Lex. You deserve to know the truth." When he put his hand on my shoulder that time, I didn't push it away. I let him touch me, because I missed him so much. I was practically ready to forgive him, right there, until he said the last bit anyway.
"The truth? From you? I should be so lucky. I don't think you've ever told me the truth, Dad. Not once in my whole life," I told him, pulling back again, trying my hardest not to let him have everything he wanted.
"Don't be melodramatic. It doesn't suit you," was his only response. Then he turned to leave the room, but not before delivering one last line. "I'll be going back to Metropolis tomorrow. It's up to you whether or not you are coming along with me."