Breakfast that morning was awkward as hell. Yesterday my Mother told me she’d think of my punishment overnight and tell me tomorrow. So here I was, preparing for the worst.
“I’m taking your car away.” She finally said.
“Lucky for you I just talked to Mr. Iero and he said he’d be willing to drive you to school till you’re ungrounded. If he hadn’t offered, you’d be walking.” My Mother glared at me.
Mr. Iero? Mr. Iero is the one who fucking did this to me! I wanted to scream it so loud but I couldn’t will myself to. Didn’t she think it was even a little bad that a 28 year old guy would be spending this much time alone with her daughter?!
“Why are you taking my car away?” I said through a clenched jaw.
“Because I will not have my daughter running around having sex with boys! You’re just too young! You need to focus on school!” She scolded.
“What does that have to do with my car!? And if you wanted me to focus on school only then why force me to take guitar lessons?!” I cried.
“Do you think I’m stupid? I know you skipped chemistry to go see whatever b-boy it is you’re dating! I bet you drove to his house and he…g-gave you that!” She fumed.
“And there’s no way I’m letting you quit guitar! Mr. Iero is a good role model for you while you’re deciding to rebel, and that way you won’t be running around after school getting into trouble! He’ll keep an eye on you for me; we already talked about it.” She said.
“W-What? You already talked about it? I’m not his kid you guys can’t just go behind my back and conspire like that!” I screamed.
My Mother sat down as if to steady herself and sighed heavily.
“I know Lana. I know you’ve never had a father figure in your life, and it’s entirely my fault! I’m sorry for that. But Mr. Iero is looking out for you, remember that!” She tried to plead with me.
My jaw dropped.
“Are you sleeping with him?!? Is that what this is, Daddy Frank to the rescue?!” I screamed. If this were true, if he was screwing my Mom too I would tell her about everything. I clenched my chest; I didn’t want to think about him betraying me like that.
“WHAT?! Of course not Lana, that boy is half my age! I was just simply suggesting you had a male figure in your life. Like… like an older brother.” Her face turned extremely sad. I knew she felt guilty, but I didn’t want her to.
“Agh, I’m sorry Mom. It’s not your fault alright? I’ve never wanted a Dad anyway. I have always just wanted you to be happy though. I mean, you haven’t dated anyone in so long.” I frowned, reaching over and patting her back.
“Well, about that. Lana sweetie I’ve got something to tell you, I think you’re old enough now. But I want you to know no matter what I love you with all my heart and I only kept this secret because I cared about you.” My mom grasped my hands tightly.
Was she about to tell me that Frank was actually my dad? NO NO NO NO NO. He’s old, but not THAT old. He’d have to be 11 when I was conceived! Did my Mom have sex with an 11 year old boy?!? DID FRANK LIE ABOUT HIS AGE?
So many questions swarmed my brain as I prepared myself for the worst.
“It’s alright Mom, what do you have to tell me?” I forced an understanding smile on my face.
She took a deep breath in and out.
“I’m a lesbian. Your Dad never left you; he never existed. Well he exists, but he’s a sperm donor.” She winced as if she expected the worst reaction from me possible.
