Chapter6

"Um, nothing dad. I'm gloomy because I had a headache throughout the day which prevented me from having fun with my friends." I lied . "A headache? Did you take any medicine?" he asked worried. "Yes, dad." "Okay. Don't worry. You need a good rest too." After dinner, I went upstairs and waited for my dad to join me, but he stayed downstairs to watch TV. I could go meet him but the thing was, aunt Christina was washing dishes in the kitchen. So, I waited for him to be alone. ~~ The more I waited, the more I got impatient. I assumed that aunt Christina had finished the dishes and had retired to her room, and that the reason why my dad wasn't with me yet was surely because he'd slept off on the couch. That was typical of him. Gathering some courage, I quietly left the room and tiptoed my way down the stairs to the living room. I hid in the corridor and peeped into the living room. Luckily, my dad was still up and watching his favorite show. I smiled and just when I was about to approach him, bam! The witch came into the living room from the kitchen. "Finally finished my dishes." she said relieved and joined my dad on the couch. He laughed. "I told Ken to buy y'all a dishwasher or to employ a maid. It'll make less work for you." "You know Ken is quite stubborn." "Hahahaha. Yeah, sort of." I was still standing there because I hoped she would leave soon. But she didn't. While my dad watched his show, I noticed how aunt Christina gave him a side glance. An odd one. She looked at him from head to toe. "I really like you being here." she said. "Well thanks, I'm flattered." my dad joked, his focus on his show. I noticed aunt Christina frowned, then she put a hand on my father's lap. "Paul, I'm serious." My dad looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?" She smirked at him and bit her bottom lip, then put her hand on his chest. My dad looked at her in wonder. "You know what I mean, Paul. Don't act innocent." My dad stood up, shocked, and looked down at her. "Christina, what are you doing??" "You know what I'm doing, Paul. I want you. I can't resist you any longer." I put a hand over my mouth in shock. My dad looked at her like she was crazy. "What?? Christina what has come over you??" "Oh cmon, Paul. Don't play that game. I know you noticed all the little advances I made to you." "I noticed nothing! You've gone crazy!" my dad tried to leave but aunt Christina caught him by the jeans from were she was sitting. "Please, Paul. I can't resist you. I've had the dirtiest thoughts about you and I need you now. " "Christina, you-" "Paul, I know that you've never been intimate with anyone else after your wife's death. Baby, I'll make you live again. Kenneth won't know. You're so hot." she bit her bottom lip and began to fondle with my dad's belt. "Stop this!" he angrily pushed her away, " May God have mercy on you." My father angrily left the living room through a different door. I ran as fast as possible to reach the room before him. But I was late. By the time I reached the top of the stairs, my dad was in front of the bedroom door and turned to me, surprised. "Sher- Sheridan?" he looked at me. I stared back silently. He knew I'd seen everything. "Let's go in." he said softly and opened the door to let me in. Once we were both in the room, my father locked the door behind him. I went straight to sit on the bed. He didn't say a thing but went to the bathroom to change into his sleeping pants and a T-shirt. On his way out, he came over and joined me. "Son?" he said in a low voice. "Yes, dad?" "Never repeat what you saw this night to uncle Kenneth or to anyone else okay?" I nodded. "I think aunt Christina wasn't in her proper senses this night. But I promise that if she tries that again, I'll tell uncle Ken myself." he added. "Okay, daddy." "I don't want you to be implicated in this." he hugged me. I hugged him too, feeling tears well up my eyes. I had the feeling that my father felt very lonely without my mother. He'd loved her with all his heart. And he did not even intend to remarry though he was still a young and strong man. "Now tell me," he started, "...what was the exact reason you came downstairs." I looked at him. "I wanted to tell you something." "Which is?" I hesitated at first but then I saw it right to let him know. I told him about aunt Christina and how she was mean to me but acted all nice around them. Surprisingly, my dad didn't seem surprised. "You don't seem surprised." "Cuz I ain't, son." "Huh?" "Christina has always been quite odd. She hated your mother for no reason." I looked at him surprised. "Really?" "Yes." "Did mom tell you why?" "Your mother had her own theory about the way Christina behaved. She always told me that Christina was attracted to me. Though already married to Ken. I didn't believe her and that caused a lot of arguments between us." "Maybe mom was right, dad." I murmured. He looked at me. "Maybe. I didn't believe until this night. I have doubts now. Her hatred for my wife increased when she was pregnant with you. I think that's why she behaves with you that way." "S– she loves you?" "No, son. That's nothing but lust." "What's– lust?" "You'll understand as you grow. For the moment keep it all to yourself for your own good."