It's pretty damned odd, though, really. I mean, I'd been here a couple days, and aside from just running amok and working on getting myself together for when I actually had a match (as the Eternal Mr. T said, "I pity the fool who walks into this…")
But I hadn't seen my Dad yet.
Well – is that necessarily a bad thing? I mean, with the way things
had been lately, and this 'respect' bit…
I was starting to wonder if a confrontation
was a good thing or not.
Then again, am I one to jump ship
because I think something might be a tad difficult? Of course not
– that's why I'm the way I am, and the original badass –
Well, okay, so I'm not. I'm
actually sensitive and like sunsets and all that crap, but…
Does it pay to be girly in this
organization? Sometimes – but not a lot.
Maybe – I'm just tensed up – that
could be it. I really want to get to talk to my Dad, and kind of…well,
part of me really doesn't want to threaten to kick his ass. Partially
because…well, because he's my father. That's why.
Yes, see me be sentimental.
Part of me, though, keeps wandering
to other things, other people…
Who am I kidding? That ass.
Okay…and the guy attached to it. I mean, I'd seen him around, and
the more I saw, the more I liked. It's not that he was really my
type, because…
Let's get real, people, the boy
is probably high on a little more than life. But that's just me being
horrible.
Or he could be on drugs.
Let's put him on something, and
get into my skivvy bits…
And that bit of SoCo's naughty thoughts was brought to you by your neighborhood friendly pothead and…ahem.
But…I'm heading down the hallway,
now, toward the parking garage, where I'm assuming my dad would be – tinkering
with the bike. Always the bike. Sometimes, I think that's why
he left Mama an' me that Christmas…
But hey, maybe it was a dream you
gotta follow, and I can certainly understand that. Look where a dream
has me at the moment.
But…there's the bike. And…there
he was, back to me.
"Dad?"
My voice was softer than it usually
was, and I kicked myself internally for not being a hardass about this.
I wanted a hug.
I wanted to hide.
I wanted…
"Can you at least look at your little girl?"
