By Daddy In the Back Seat!
By Sharon Dick
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REVENGE FUCKED BY DADDY!
IN THE BACK SEAT!
By Sharon Dick
Saturdays were my day to chill. I
walked the half block to East Pine Park to hang out. There was a huge
fountain and outdoor pavilion for weddings, parties and all sorts of
events. It was my place to people watch. It was my haven. Until it
was invaded by the cheer twins, Alicia and Brooke.
they were swinging on my swings. What
the hell am I going to do now?
Of course I never was one to back down from a fight or turn away from
conflict. I usually stirred it up. So I approached the problem head
“Hey,” I said, walking up to
them and falling down into an open swing.
“Hey. Monica right? We’re have
Art Appreciation together,” Alicia said, taking notice of me.
“Why not.” I shrugged. “You
an Art major?”
“Me, no.” She grabbed her chest
and chuckled. “I’m just taking easy courses to keep my gpa up and
stay on the cheer squad.”
“Right. Well. Good luck with
that.” I pumped my legs harder, propelling myself higher up in the
swing. I thought if I ignored them, they would find someplace else to
The two went back to their
giggling. They stuck around, but had obviously already lost interest
in the novelty of seeing an ordinary coed out in public. The tone of
their laughter was so annoying, it scratched at my ears and I wanted
to claw them off. I had to stop them.
hopped out of the swing, sticking the landing on my feet. Pretty
thought, even in front of the cheerleading duo. They even offered
applause. I bowed and asked, “So you two practicing around here?”
“No my dad’s getting
remarried,” Brooke said, waving the hem of the hideous yellow dress
she was wearing.
“And you’re here and not at the
wedding because . . .”
“They’re taking pictures by the
course. I knew how long that took. I wasn’t getting these perky
bitches out of here any time soon.
I turned on my heels to leave. That’s when my dad’s text came in.
Dad: Monica, where are you?
Dad: Not the park. I hope.
Monica: You guessed right. Be home
Dad: Stay where you are.
“What’s his deal?” I turned
to the two giggly bitches and flashed my phone. “Gotta go.”
“Whatever.” They shrugged.