So, have I ever told you about my father? I mean, obviously I've gone into a fairly excessive amount of detail regarding the things his life had effected, myself being one of the most notable of the lot. But, maybe there has been an unfair level of positively charged bias given in his direction, all because there really hasn't seemed to be a dark past or torturous core underlying why he meant so much to me. You see, when it comes down to a simple matter of distinguishing the facts from the lies and the feast from the flies it's important to note that even I didn't know as much as you might expect, but instead I knew him from the things that he had never seen it fit to do. For example, if someone were to speak ill of him or maybe even attempt to sabotage his own standing at work to better themselves, he would always claim that it was a matter of not stooping to their level just to get even. Sure, that might be embossed on a few hundred million thought-provoking and inspirational greeting cards but in practice it was nothing more then a blanket term to poorly disguise the fact that he feared having to fight for anything in life. In some instances it can be stated that man is little more then a very well domesticated animal who forgets who is in charge from time to time, but peculiarly enough those moments of civil disobedience are more telling then the opposite, as it is then in which we discover what truly matters and where a person draws the line. It was said that some men are only willing to properly concern themselves with the likes of three things in life: money, power, and women. But would you care to believe me when I tell you that he had never cared enough to put in the effort and demonstrate ambition enough to become more then a police cadet, and by extension he stood behind all others and felt that the inclusion of additional responsibilities would be too much for him, and as for my mother...that is a topic all to itself.
Everything I have mentioned above had been coming up in my mind at ten minute intervals as I gazed outward and to the open road ahead of both Michael and I, since leaving the Mayor's office he had not yet answered me as to where exactly we were heading, but we made a momentary pit stop at the apartment where he simply told me to fit as much clothing and toiletries as I could into my backpack. Taking a few sets of each garment, I managed to make my luggage as morbidly obese as nature would allow before the two of us tossed our belongings into the backseat and headed south towards the Arlington Bridge that would serve to take us out of the city limits entirely. Some time passed as we mostly didn't have too much to say, but I say that in the best way possible, as he merely was preoccupied with fiddling around with the radio stations in an attempt to find a station that wasn't laughably bad or otherwise cringe inducing as I let myself sort through my thoughts. Personally, it had been growing late in terms of just how long it had been now that he could have spoken up about the incident at the church, but yet he was as restrained and cordial as can be. So in other words, he was acting like a robot who had commandeered his body and was simply using his form as a meat-suit, either that or he also had about the same amount of things on his mind as I did. Twenty minutes into the journey to nowhere, I at long last decided it was time to speak up as I clutched the volume dial with two fingers and turned the sound down enough so that I could be easily heard amongst the music.
"So...you're not going to...like...say something?" I posed the question, much in the same way the blood brings the shark forth from the ocean floor.
"What? About you whipping your dick out for the congregation? Or about the fact that you broke a stain-glass feckin' window just to do it? I...just don't know what to say to that, kid, so i'm just going to laugh instead. Does that make you happy?" He proclaimed, my facial expression still not showing me to be thrilled with his answer but it broke the awkwardness that was sifting through the silence of the carried so far. "Besides, i'm just confused why you did it? Ah, who the fuck am I kidding, I think the reason was wearing the latest trends from the hot-topic collection. I mean, I've done some dumb shit in my life but, was she really that great of a lay?"
"It...it wasn't that, alright?" I confessed, the one thing I had taken out what he had said being the part about there having been a broken window leading into the church, meaning that Temptress had been there some time before we had met the night before and perhaps had even planned to leave me behind all along. The idea not exactly being one that should come off as a shock to me, considering the brief track record I could have composed by this point being nothing but murder, vandalism, and nymphomania. But none the less, I couldn't let Michael grow suspicious of why exactly I was questioning a police report, or even that the idea hadn't actually been mine from the start and pose a million other questions from officials. "It was just...nice, you know? To feel...wanted, maybe even...needed? I just needed a distraction from all of the horrible shit that keeps happening around me."
"Well, that's not the answer for it, alright? And I know you don't want to hear me lecture, believe me, I hate it more then you do. But I just fear...that someday you'll be in a situation where I wont be able to help you out, alright?" He spouted, the extra verbiage mostly going along with his motioning with one free hand away from the wheel to emphasize his own distain for having to take on parental roles. "See, this is why i'm taking you away for a few days, I've been invited to a wedding by a former patient of mine...and he said I could bring somebody along, ergo you're in!"
"And the other women you prey on with the "i'm a doctor" line were busy?" I laughed.
"Jesus Christ, listen, you go to the wedding to pick up the women...never, never, ever bring the girl with you. You'll never hear the end of it, trust me." He explained with a flexed finger pointed halfway between myself and the passenger seat.
"Right...I wander if I just do the old tuck and roll if i'd be able to just walk home..." Muttered under my breathe, but knowing well enough that he could hear me clear as day, in response he locked the doors and rolled his eyes at me.
"First off, the next few days will be for your own good, got it! Besides, if you stay home i'm worried just how many cars you'll destroy..." He finished in a nearly inaudible tone, masking it mostly in a heightened cough.
"It's not like I made the car explode!" I threw my hands up, laughing at the absurdity of his allegation.
"Right...your right, it was just a mercy kill, was it? Huh?" He sighed with a laugh, looking at me for a second before turning his attention back to the road.