CHAPTER 24: CHAPTER 24

I entered my dad’s car and drove straight home. At least I was safe. But I still had a big problem. How would I explain to my dad, how would I convince him after telling him everything?

I was in my room, thinking about what to do, when my phone rang. I looked, and it was my dad.

Me: "Hello."

Dad: "What am I hearing?"

Me: "What’s that, Dad?"

Dad: "Are you asking? Aren’t you aware that your stepmom was arrested?"

Me: "I’m aware, Dad, I’m on my way to the police to know what happened," I lied.

Dad: "Stay with your stepsister. Don’t go anywhere. I’m coming back tomorrow morning. Very early in the morning."

Me: "But, Dad."

Dad: "What is it?"

Me: "There’s something I would love to tell you once you come back."

Dad: "It’s alright, but is it related to her arrest?"

Me: "Somehow. I will tell you everything."

Dad: "OK, take care. I’m coming back."

I hung up the call and dropped the phone on the bed as my heart started beating fast.

This move might cause a big disaster, but it’s not something I can keep hiding. I have to confess to him.

The next day

A hard knock came on my door while I was still asleep. "Joshua!" Quinn shouted while banging on my door.

"Yes!" I responded with a loud voice.

I came down from the bed and opened the door.

"Good morning," she greeted.

"How was your night?" I asked as usual.

"It wasn’t fine, Joshua. Where is my mom? I didn’t see her throughout yesterday. Do you know where she is?" Quinn asked.

"I will tell you once Dad comes back," I replied.

"So I should wait until Dad comes back?" she said.

"Calm down, she’s fine," I said.

"Where is she? That’s what I want to know. Tell me," she insisted.

"I said I will tell you when Dad comes," I replied.

"When is Dad coming?" she asked.

"He might be on his way now. He said he will be coming back this morning," I said.

"OK, I’ll be waiting, but I’m worried," she said.

"Don’t worry, your mom is fine."

As we were talking, we heard our dad’s car drive in. "It’s Dad!" Quinn shouted, running downstairs.

I stood there, thinking about how to arrange words and tell my dad. God, please come to my aid.

I walked downstairs and greeted him. Quinn had already taken his things inside.

"So what did you want to tell me? Be fast about it, I want to visit the station now and know what happened," he asked, sitting down on the couch.

"Like I said before, it’s something related to Mom’s arrest. First, I’m the one who called the cops to arrest her and others," I said.

"You did what!? How can you arrest my mom!" Quinn shouted from nowhere.

"So what happened?" he asked, staring at me.

"You know..." I tried to say.

"I don’t know," he cut me off.

"It all started after she caught me and Quinn..."

Saying that, Quinn was stunned. My dad removed his eyeglasses to hear what I was about to say clearly.

"I wish you will understand. I wish you can find a place in your heart to forgive me. I failed you, but that’s not what I wanted. I can’t blame the devil, but blame myself for being unable to control myself."

I could notice changes on my dad’s face. I wonder how he will react after I’m done explaining.

"So it all happens that she... she... she..."

"Talk, I’m listening, but let it not be what I’m thinking," he said.

That’s when I knew it wouldn’t end well. I can see Quinn trembling in fear.

I continued...

"She caught us doing it," I said.

"Doing what?" he asked.

"She... she... she..."

"I can see you are not ready to talk. You will continue when I come back," he said, sitting up.

"Sorry, Dad, I will talk now," I said, dropping to my knees. Tears started rolling down my cheek.

"Will you talk now or I leave? You are wasting my time," he yelled at me.

If I started from our own event, he might not have the patience to listen to the other story, so I decided to talk about me and Maya’s side of the confession.

"Mom has been sexually abusing me from the day you traveled," I said.

"Sexually abusing you? How?" he asked.

"She forced me to do fetish things which I wasn’t willing to do. She made me have sex with her, threatening to tell you what I did," I said, shedding tears.

He became weak immediately and sat on the couch, looking up at the ceiling.

I continued.

"Not only that, Dad, she said she will be having sex with me whenever she wants. So yesterday she wrote a letter to me, telling me to come to a hotel, dressed like a woman," I said.

"Someone should wake me up from this nightmare," he said, still looking up at the ceiling.

"I dressed like she said and..."

"You did what!?" he cut in.

"I can’t believe what you are saying now. You mean Maya did all these things? In this house?" he asked.

"When I got there, I got to find her plans on time and called the cops. You can listen to this voice record. It was recording while we were in the room."

I took out the voice note, set it on a loud speaker, and handed the phone over to him. He collected it and started listening.

He adjusted himself. His face changed, which made his eyes widen in shock as the voice record reached the time Maya said:

"You know your father is cheating on me, don’t you?"

"I could divorce him and take half of everything he owns. But you know what? It’s not enough. Your father has so much money, I wouldn’t even know. He could keep right on with his women and cars and trips to Europe without even pausing to catch his breath."

"I want his son’s soul."

"You are going to be my bitch here."

"It means that I’m turning you to my sex slave. Your main purpose in life will be to satisfy my twisted appetites."

"See, I’m a member of a secret little sex club. There are about 20 of us. I think you’ve already met one of the other members—Phil, down at the front desk."

"Anyway, we get into all kinds of weird group sex."

"You’re going to get gang-fucked."

He couldn’t hold on any longer, so it fell off his hand.

"Maya! Maya! What did I do to you? Why... why... why."

"One more thing, Dad," I said.

"No need to tell me anything again, she’s going back to her father’s house from that cell. How can a responsible woman commit that type of abomination? Oh my God!" he exclaimed.

"As I said before, Dad."

I continued...

"She caught me and..." I looked at Quinn as she was crying on the floor.

"She caught me and Quinn having sex and..."

"What did you just say?"

"Dad, I’m sorry. It was not my intention to do it. She... she... she seduced me, Dad."

"Just tell me you are joking," he said.

"Dad, I’m very sorry. I couldn’t control myself. Dad, please forgive me," I said, crying and pleading.

Quinn was on the other side, crying. She is the cause of all these things.

"You people want to kill me before my time. I trusted you both. I’m even proud of you two, using you both as a good example, not knowing I’m living with devils."

"Just kneel there and wait for me," he said, rushing to his room.

This was the first time seeing my dad running. I noticed it wouldn’t end well if I stayed any longer. My dad has a gun in his room. He wouldn’t mind shooting us to death out of anger.

I ran out and Quinn joined me.

"Where are you running to?" Quinn asked, running after me, crying.

"Anywhere!" I shouted.

"You are not dressed. We can’t run out like this. People will think we have gone crazy," she said.

"Who cares?" I said, still running for my life while she’s running after me.

"Joshua! Wait for me!" Quinn shouted, running after me.

"Stop following me. Did I tell you to join me?" I replied angrily.

"So you want me to die?" she asked.

"It’s even better if you die. It’s you that caused all this drama," I said, stopping.

"Oh yeah, come and kill me now. It’s not even my fault because you are the one who started it in the car. I wonder what you were thinking when you were doing it. Mom and Dad were in the car, and you were arousing me. It wouldn’t have happened if you stayed quiet," she said, walking behind me.

(People were staring at us. I wonder what they were thinking.)

"Were you not the one twerking on my lap as you sat down?" I replied.

"Jesus! Joshua! Me twerking on your lap, when? I can see you don’t know what to say."