Round Here

Chapter Two

"Daddy I can't tell you right now. It's not the right time or place. I'm just not feelin well." 

"You gotta be honest too. Don't hide anything from me. I won't get too mad, unless it's somethin' to get mad over." 

"I know, and when the time comes we'll discuss it." He nodded as he placed his arm around the back.

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The movie was amazing. The weather however was not. It was very cold and felt like it was gonna rain. We got home quick though. I knew exactly why he wanted to get home quick. It was cause he wanted to figure out what my problem was. He had to put the car in the garage next to mama's since it was gonna rain. I got out of the car and stood by my door. 

"You comin or what?" He asked.

 "Yeah just give me a minute. I'm not used to seeing the car like up close." That was a white lie. 

"So you gonna come this way then? You don't gotta touch it." I ran passed it. 

"Hey I didn't mean run!" I heard dad yell as I made my way into the house.

He came in after me. I was in the bathroom hiding from him. The nerves hit me like a brick. The fear of him knowing about both C and Sonny was killing me. I threw up. Not that I wanted to but because that's how my body reacted. Dad didn't even bother knocking, he just walked in. 

"What did I tell you bout messing around?" He seemed angry. I took a glance at him. He was in his pyjamas. 

"Dad let me explain it to you. It wasn't like it was a bad thing. We were all..." 

"I think we're talkin bout two different things. I was talkin bout you running in the house. What are you talkin bout? Did you and Calogero have sex?" I turned back to the toilet. "Answer me Santina, you know I don't ask questions if I don't know the answer." I knew he knew. I could tell by the tone of his voice. 

"You're already mad. I ain't telling you a thing." He got down to my level. 

"You're gonna tell me when you did it, where you did it, and why you did it. I'm not mad. I just thought yous would've been more responsible. Also I know you slept around with Santino. So you don't need to cover that one up." Shit, he knew everything. Like he said he doesn't ask questions if he doesn't know the answer. It sounds a little weird but dad knows everything. 

"Dad I'm sorry, and I can't tell you where, but I can tell you why." He pulled me up from the floor. He gave me an awkward hug. 

"Why did yous do it?" 

"One thing led to another daddy. I don't really know, and who told you bout us?" 

"Santino told me bout yous the other night, and C was a fuckin mess. He told me at the bar last night all drunk. He said he was sorry. I told him don't worry bout it. Why didn't you tell me?" I bit my lip. 

"I was scared you were gonna be real mad and hit me. It ain't somethin you talk about to your dad. Plus I never really wanted to do it with C. He's just very pushy." 

"I know that, but you ain't got no one else to tell. I would never hurt you. I was a bit mad until I realized ma and I were like that. Why's he pushy?" He let me go for a moment. 

"I don't know. He just doesn't really take no for an answer. Daddy that isn't really helpin me. I'm gonna be sick again." I turned and threw up more. 

"Why does this make you sick? It's not anything bad." I didn't know why it was so bad. "And are you gonna answer me to as where you did it and when?" I flushed the toilet again and stood back up.