Million Dollar Man

"It sounds like he let you down Dylan."

"He did..." I choked out reluctantly.

After getting knocked around by my father's goon, and my coked out fuck party with Stacy, I'd found myself sitting in Dr. Laura's office because there was nowhere to turn anymore. I could have gone to another AA meeting but there are even some things that can't be told to a room of drunks.

Dr. Laura was the psychotherapist Jack had tried sending me to when I started drinking and getting in trouble. He didn't send me out of the kindness of his heart though. It was mostly to keep me out of his hair so I didn't bug him and his whores. I always skipped my meetings with Dr. Laura though. Maybe they could have helped. Maybe they would have stopped me from getting to this point. Who knows. The fact was that I was here now.

Dr. Laura was an over-educated bombshell with sexy fleshy thighs and legs that bloomed out of her tight office mini skirt like flower stems leading to a pair of fuck-me pumps. She had cascading thick brunette hair that framed her beautiful face where a pair of nerdy office porn scene glasses sat. As we talked she would reach her arms over to have a sip of the coffee on her desk, and I watched as her breasts shook under her blouse revealing a hint of lace and a peak of luscious cleavage. Despite all that I didn't come here to ogle her. I was lost, and I didn't think I was to be found anymore.

"What would you say to him if he was here right now Dylan?" Dr. Laura pushed her porn glasses up her nose.

My eyes wandered to the huge floor to ceiling windows surrounding her office on all sides. The windows gave sky skimming views of Los Angeles below, stretched out in all her teasing glory. I don't know if putting such big windows in a room where crazy manic depressives sit, and "talk" had been such a good idea.

"Nothing," I muttered, closing my eyes not wanting to look anymore. Maybe I should just go. All this was making me want to do was get high.

"There's a reason you're here Dylan. There's a reason you came to see me today," she responded all business.

I wanted to mockingly tell her that I came to see if she was still as smoking hot as I remembered her, but I knew that wasn't the reason I was sitting in this big leather chair like a scared kid with my elbows resting on the chair arms.

A quiet hummed in the room and I could hear the sound of her fancy metal clock on the wall ticking away.

"I don't know what I'd say," I finally answered.

Dr. Laura set her notepad down on her lap and reached around giving me another view of what a woman she was. She grabbed a rolling desk chair from behind and wheeled it next to her, and across from where I sat.

"What would you say to Jack Dylan if he was sitting right here in this chair."

"He's not sitting there," I said.

"Imagine he was. Matter of fact Jack is in this chair right now in the room with us. What do you want to say to him Dylan."

Dr. Laura knew her stuff. I wanted to ignore this game and just continue to sulk across from this sexy siren but I looked down for a moment, and then the words began to pour out.

"You know Jack, whenever they've mentioned you on the news over the years, they always describe you as Jack McKay, the million-dollar man, and Beverly Hills financier. You were always worth so much more than that though. Not just financially but to me... your son. " I took a deep breath but kept going. "A person just needs a family. I don't think you realize what that feels like when it's taken from you, Jack. Not only are you not my family, but you're not my friend either. All that time, you were right down the freeway from me, either in the house on the hills with your bimbo, on the beach with your whore, or in the suite with a tramp. You were right down the freeway and you still didn't want to see me. How do you think that made me feel? You might as well have been on Mars for all you cared. Maybe I don't really know you dad, and you definitely don't want to know me but your absence is everywhere. So... this is how it is now between you and I. You were always a user, and an opportunist Jack but beyond all that you were...dad. Now all I see in that chair... is an asshole..."

I stopped talking and shrugged letting the words hang in the air, as I stared at the invisible Jack in the chair. I took a swig of the mineral water Dr. Laura had provided next to me, wishing it was a rum and coke.

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I gave myself a look in the mirror as I was getting dressed for school, I was about to strap the other buckle on my overalls, but decided to keep it undone because why the hell not.

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The clocked ticked above and the bell rang out signaling the end of fourth period. I gathered up my books in a flash and hightailed it out of class. I bounded down the stairs smirking around West Beverly like I hadn't just been at the shrink the other day, feeling my loose overall strap against me, as I headed for my locker. I spun the combination like lightning, as I dropped off my textbooks, ready to grab my Byron poems for some lunch reading.

"Hey, Dylan..."

Next to me now stood thee Kelly Taylor in all her glory, and next to her more amazingly was Brenda... of all people. I couldn't even believe I was standing this close to her, but instead of getting nervous like a bitch I leaned against the lockers and gave Kelly a pleased once over and eyed her up and down smugly.

"Hey, Kelly..."

"Brenda and I were just talking, what do you think guys like better on girls long or short hair?" Kelly asked quickly.

Leave it to Kelly Taylor to pinpoint the defining questions of our lives. Instead of laughing in her face and rolling my eyes, I gave her what she wanted to hear.

"Hmm that's a deep question...personally I prefer blondes..."

Kelly bit her lip excitedly and I knew I'd made her little heart skip a beat.

"Really..." she panted biting her lip.

"Really...truly..." My eyes couldn't help but fall on Brenda now standing shyly next to her, almost like some kind of adorable lost kitten that was too scared to say hi. Here goes nothin...

"So... you're Brandon's sister huh..?" Was all I could manage to get out to her.

Brenda perked up now almost kind of surprised and eyed me back. Our eyes locking together for the first time like asteroids colliding in the middle of the loud crowded hallway.

"Yeah...I'm Brandon's sister," Brenda answered back more confidently than I'd given her credit for a moment ago. Her big bright eyes stayed on mine daringly and I liked what I was seeing. Really liked it.

"Yeah she's Brandon's sister," Kelly repeated snidely.

Brenda and I just kind of stared and nodded at each other until I had no choice but to break it up. I had to get out of here.

"Bye girls..." With that I banged my locker shut and went off to do whatever the fuck it is that I do, leaving them there.

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