Cowardly Fatal

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Father in love with woman, son full of guilt and hatred toward her.

I hated that my father chose to marry the woman who stood as nothing but a wretched fiend, simply discreet underneath her distorted masquerade. It was a mere disaster to comprehend. I watched in repulse as he showered her with gifts of luxury and praised her appearance in them, I was nearing the edge of a brutal resolute; to have her perish. Of course, I had only begun to imagine such a bizarre solution. However, what I loathe the most by far, was her sickening intention to seduce me whenever my father had been at work whilst us two in the house alone. Gently caressing my thigh, I abruptly brushed off her pale, white hand, to which she had given her typical icy stare. \"What's with your cold attitude, honey? I was just comforting you.\" I had risen from the furniture we were resting on, \"my father is the only man you should be comforting, please don't that\", I then walked off. One evening, I had stopped by to drop off a present for my dad and she turned out to be the only person present. Disappointed, I reluctantly handed her the gift to pass onto my father and turned towards the front door when she suddenly grabbed me. Thereafter, she began kissing and licking my lips, it was too hard to resist at the moment, for her physical appearance was indeed attracting for that of an older woman, despite her hidden ugliness. \"What the hell are you doing, let go\", I snapped. She lightly chortled, \"honey, you know this is what you truly desire; no matter how much you deny it, you're just as dirty as I\", she was definitely right, for I succumbed to her horrendous advances. After proceeding onward with her promiscuity, my heart felt as though it were to burst out of the guilt it was burdened with, I had betrayed my father. My conscious continued to crumble as the wedding drew closer, I couldn't withstand the pain of betrayal any farther, thus, I ultimately decided to confess even though I knew it meant the wedding would dissolve, leaving my father shattered. I called him, for there was no way to do this in person when she was always at his home due to her modeling career on a brief hiatus. He answered, \"hey son, what's up?\", with his usual friendly tone. I quivered, I had no idea how to break it to him. \"Dad, there is something I must tell you, it is very important\", I managed to choke. He remained silent for a moment, \"I see, then Marilyn was right\", he softly muttered. I was stunned, \"Wait, you know already? I am very sorry dad, I screwed up.\", my tears slowly began to condensate. \"Son, why did you have to do that? I know she's a very beautiful lady, but to grab and kiss her against her will is very inexcusable.\", I literally felt my heart drop, \"wait, what did you just say? I would never do something like that, it was the other way around.\", I couldn't believe that the bitch would lie right out of her filthy ass, she must've anticipated my eventual confession. \"Son, why are you telling me such bullshit, Marilyn would never betray me, don't you ever throw around false accusations about her again\", and with that, he hung up. I understood that I was absolutely at fault myself, however, it was so fucked up that he preferred her word over mine. I sat down on my bed, with no resolve at this point, not to mention there were only two days left before the bogus event display would took place, it was all over. I accepted that it was a loss I bore the moment I laid my hands on her shriveled skin. Or, so I thought... Ten minutes prior to the ceremony, my father had discovered that Marilyn and a groomsmen were killed in a collision on the access road on the way to the location of the wedding...they were secret lovers plotting to murder my father to obtain his wealth, according to the documented files unraveled in her purse. I wanted to smile, cheer in jubilance, however, my father hanged himself with his belt in the groom's room, granting his suicide note delivered unto me. To this day, now married with two beautiful children, I have not even opened the letter, why should I read such a coward's sorrowful words resulting in his pathetic death? I only knew he chose to die instead of live with the grief, it was not an excuse to tell me in a piece of paper. I would declare it a dim draw; Marilyn got what she deserved, yet, my father's dignity was involved as well in that crash. Love is a profound game that gambles your heart, and life.


Submitted: September 25, 2015

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