Cade
Great! Just what I need, another family get together. It’s my sisters twenty sixth birthday, and apparently, I am in charge of picking up her cake. I understand the need to make a big deal of a kids birthday party, but why as an adult do we need it? Sometimes I wish I could just go off the grid. I’m talking a tent in the woods, pissing on a tree and hunting my dinner. The most appealing part would be to never have to do these stupid get togethers.
My family acts as though we are one happy family. Like me being kidnapped didn’t happen. Like at ten years old I didn’t have to watch Evan’s wife give birth to her baby girl, Harper. Like my biological father wasn’t a sociopath. Like my mom didn’t nearly die from breast cancer.
I guess when I was around sixteen, my mom noticed I was drowning in anger when she made me go see a therapist. She didn’t understand why I couldn’t be happy. But she knew I needed help. For that I’m thankful. Seeing a therapist gave me the ability to talk about all the things that had been building inside me. For awhile I felt hopeful that my mind would finally be right. That I could be normal like my family and just sweep everything under the rug. That never happened. But I found my new normal. Solitude is where I found my peace. After awhile my parents realized I was long past hugs. That I didn’t like to be touched. Mostly that I wasn’t the same sweet nine year old that they once knew. He wasn’t coming back. Too much shit had happened for me to be naive. Outside of my family and our close friends I’ve not let anyone else in. I don’t need another friend who wants to share feelings. I definitely don’t need a girlfriend who wants to snuggle. Just thinking about it makes me panic.
I laugh a little inside thinking about how challenging it is to have a sex life when you can’t stand to be touched. It’s not impossible if you find a girl with similar taste. The kind of girl that will just let me bend her over, shove her face in the pillow and let me wrap my hands around her neck to insure she remains quiet while I do the work.
Just thinking about it makes me want to meet up with Lexi tonight. She’s the female version of myself. She isn’t a fan of small talk, doesn’t want a thing from me except an orgasm. As I’m about to text her, a knock comes from my office door! Fuck!
When I open it it’s my dad’s best friend and my boss, Evan Stone.
“Hey! I got your sister these earrings for her birthday. Do you think she’ll like them?” Evan questions. I can tell he’s worried because he wants all of the women in his life to feel showered in love.
“Yeah, I do!” I respond as I look at the tear drop diamonds.
“What did you get her?” He asks. Probably because he wants to make sure he is giving the better gift.
“A gift certificate to Crate and Barrel. Figured since she just bought a house, she could use it.”
He seems satisfied that my gift isn’t better than his because he simply says, “See you at seven. I’m going to pick the girls up and we’ll be over.”
When he says girl, my heart drops. I’m not worried about his wife Lani or his daughter Taylor. I’m worried about his daughter Harper. The only girl I’ve ever loved and hated. The off the grid thought is more appealing in these moments. What I wouldn’t give to never see that girl again.
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