Christ! My Dad Just Sold Me! **Ch 16** Unwanted

Chapter 16: 2-10-08.  3:08 am.  Another late night. 
 
Okay, a few issues to discuss.  I really appreciate song suggestions.  Truly I do.  Unfortunately it just doesn’t work like that.  I can’t pick a song and say that’s gonna get thrown in my next chapter.  The song I pick usually reflects the emotions that happen throughout the chapter. 
On the other hand, if you think a song divulges a certain feel you want to see happen that’s always appreciated. I just can’t promise I will use it.
 
 Since I’m really too tired to go through my old messages to find a fan of the week I’m just going to thank all the readers who’ve sent messages this week.  The words you write really do make a difference and inspire me to write. 
Thanks everyone! Xoxo –Lindsay
 
p.s. notice I didn’t bug you to rate? Nice right? No pressure =P 
 
Update: So sorry I didn’t get this out sooner! I wrote it a week ago but I’ve been so freaking busy…anyway I’ll try and get out the next one tonight or tomorrow…I’ve already started writing it…
Also the song for this chapter is, in fact, by Avril Lavigne. It was the best song to fit the chapter…
 
 
-You don't know me
Don't ignore me
If you had your way
You'd just shut me up

Make me go away
No, I just don't understand why
you won't talk to me
It's hurts that I'm so unwanted for nothing
Don't talk words against me
I wanted to know you
I wanted to show you -
 
            “He’s out.” She responded with a note of disdain.  I wasn’t sure if that meant he was out drinking.  If it was I had more than a few words to say to him.
 
I was actually kind of disappointed with how fine Julia and Ryan were.  They seemed to be going on with life fine without me.
 
            Dinner past with no trouble.  Julia continued to tell me about her friends and her new boyfriend and Ryan, while not quite as enthusiastic, told me about school and how he was learning to play guitar and was thinking about pulling together a band.  Just as we were finishing dinner I heard the garage open.  The door opened into the kitchen and we were in the next room over. 
 
I sucked in a deep breath getting ready for what I knew was about to come.  I felt Brendon grab my hand under the table and give it a quick squeeze before dropping it again but I barely noticed.
 
            “Hey kids! We’re home and we brought pizza!” My dad shouted from the kitchen.  I was momentarily surprised.  Wow.  He wasn’t drunk.  Before I breathed in a sigh of relief I felt a pang of hurt at how fine everyone was without me. 
 
…wait. We? Did he say we?  I looked to Julia and Ryan who were suddenly staring anywhere but at me. 
 
            Before I could asked they he walked in- and he wasn’t alone. Attached to his hip was a blonde girl.  She actually didn’t look that young.  She looked old.  Like one of those really, really old ladies who have had a lot of surgery to look young.  You could tell by the way her face stretched out a little but I had to admit she was pretty. 
 
I would guess she was anywhere from 39 to 53 years old but she dressed like she was 26.  She was clad in a blue jean skirt and tiny green shirt that showed quite a bit of cleavage.
 
There was a strange moment of complete silence.  Ryan and Julia were frozen in place, I completely forgot Brendon was beside me, the woman was wearing a frown, and my father’s eyes were bugging out. 
 
I would have expected Brendon to make an awkward comment, but it was the blonde who broke the ice.
 
            “Ryan, you really should call before you have friends over,” she scolded in a bad French accent, looking at us, “May I speak to you in the kitchen for a minute?” This was directed at Ryan but none of us moved an inch.
 
            “Fine, then. Here works too.  No offense to your friends,” she glanced at us, “but you really should hang out with people in your own age group.  They look like they should be in college!  Are you in college?” she asked us, “or did you drop out of high school?”
 
I was confused.  Then I was mad. Then I wanted to break down.  Finally I settled on mad. 
 
            “What the hell?” It was the simplest way for me to put it.
 
            “Uh…Rebecca!” My dad exclaimed, “I had no idea when you would be visiting! When did you arrive?”
 
Brendon took this one for me, “We only got in a few hours ago.  Just after the kids got home from school.”
 
            “Daniel, what is this?” the blonde asked my dad, that obnoxious French accent flaring up again, “And who are you?” she asked looking at Brendon and I.
 
            “Uhh…Adele,” he addressed the blonde, “this is Rebecca and her fiancé Brandon.”
 
            “Brendon,” I corrected finally finding my tongue again.  He grabbed my hand under the table again but this time didn’t let go. 
 
            “She’s my sister,” Julia smiled widely at me.
 
            “Excuse me! You never told me you had another daughter!” Adele exclaimed.
 
That stung.  He didn’t even count me as a part of his family anymore…well that was fine, I no longer counted him as a part of mine.
 
            “Yeah, pop! And you never told me you had a whore!” I exclaimed in the same voice.  Brendon looked shocked but couldn’t hold down a small grin.
 
            “Rebecca! I will not have that!” My father scolded me, “Go to your room!”
 
            “Only my parents can send me to my room!” I yelled back.
 
            He looked furious now.  “GO. TO. YOUR. ROOM.” He said it slowly. 
 
            “Wow! Where was this parenting when you were a drunken bast.ard?” I asked in a sarcastic voice.  I had never been a rebellious child, but the anger was seeping off of me.
 
As the room was quiet for a minute I realized that this wasn’t right.  I wasn’t going to sink to his level and I definitely wasn’t going to continue this inappropriate yelling in front of my siblings. 
 
            “I’m sorry,” I muttered, “We can argue later.  Have you guys eaten? There is more spaghetti in the kitchen.”
 
Without saying a word my father nodded and stalked into the kitchen with ‘Adele’ on his heels. 
 
I sighed letting my head drop into my hands.  I looked up.  Julia looked extremely sad.  I saw she had tears in her eyes.  She should not have had to have seen that fighting.  Even when I had lived here my father and I never had our spats about his behavior in front of Ry and Jules. 
 
            A few hours later my dad and I were sitting in his office.  It was ironic how much had changed since the last time I had been in here- the day he told me he was basically selling me.  We had left Brendon and Adele making small talk in the kitchen.
 
            “Rebecca, sweetie,” he started.
 
            “Don’t call me honey,” I interrupted.
 
He sighed, “We both know what is going on here.  I know you are mad about Adele, but don’t take it out on me.”
 
            I laughed harshly, “Ha! Adele! I don’t give a flying pig about Adele.  Actually…that’s wrong.  It is Adele.  How could you not tell her you had another daughter?  Am I that easily tossed aside? I mean, just tell me! Do you want me to disappear from your life completely?  Was I that awful to have around?”
 
            “Rebecca! Stop. You know I didn’t toss you aside.  I did what was best for the family and you agreed to it-”
 
            “AGREED? Christ, Dad! Do you think I wanted you to sell me?” I asked incredulous.
 
            “Listen! You agreed to it!” he was getting worked up now to, “I didn’t force you into it.”
 
            “You did everything but force me!  If you hadn’t been drinking instead of working everything would have been fine! I half expected you to have gone back to it tonight, little did I know you had moved from the drunken denial stage to the whore stage!” I was screaming now.
 
            He grabbed my wrist, squeezing it hard.  I winced, but he ignored me.
 
            “Do not call her a whore,” He said in a scary, low voice. 
 
            “What would mom think?” I asked quietly.
 
            “SHUT UP!” He yelled, squeezing tighter.
 
            “Is there a problem here?” Brendon asked for the doorway, eyeing how my dad was squeezing my wrist.  He immediately dropped it but his finger marks didn’t go away.  It stung a lot. He must have been squeezing hard.
 
            Brendon didn’t wait for his response, “Rebecca, you look tired.  It’s been a long day and I think we should all head to bed.”
 
At this my father’s eyes shot up as if he was remembering something, “Oh! Well…yes,” he looked nervous, “well I didn’t realize you were coming or I would have figured something out…but, have you seen your room?” my dad asked me. 
 
            I didn’t bother to respond; instead I jumped up and headed for the staircase. 
 
            “Well, after you left I did a bit of renovations…” My father started.
 
            “I know you sold my stuff…did you paint my room or something?” I asked walking quickly up the stairs. I tried to stay quiet since Julia and Ryan were now asleep. 
 
            “Well not really…” He muttered as we continued up the stairs.  My room had been on the third floor with the guest bedroom and one bathroom as well as a little play area with a T.V. 
 
            Reaching the landing I walked to my door and opened it.  For a second I had wondered if I got the right door.
 
            “We kind of…erm…made it into a fitness room so I could work out.” He muttered.
 
I felt my heart crush right there. Everything that was left of my life was gone.  If guests came over my room wasn’t even there as a reminder that there was another daughter in the family.  I felt Brendon put his hand on my back.
 
            “I guess you’ll both have to stay in the guest room” My dad concluded.