The End Of Summer

CHAPTER 5

No one came for about 5 whole minutes, and I started to wonder if anyone was even home. I quickly glanced through the window to see any form of life, and I could faintly see the hallway light on telling me someone was actually in.

About 10 minutes after I rang the doorbell, the door finally flew open to reveal a very rough looking Sandra. I tried to hide my surprise, and amusement, at how flustered she looked. She looked like she had just sprinted around the street.

Her cheeks were red and her hair was a mess.

I didn't want to say it out loud, but that was s*x hair. You could tell from a mile away dear old Sandra was getting down and dirty mere moments ago with Tom. It was gross to think about, because if you are a parent and over the age of 30, you should have forgotten what s*x even means.

"Summer hi, sorry I took so long." She said, out of breath.

I tried to hide my laughter, pressing my lips together hard to do so.

"That's fine you were clearly busy." I couldn't help myself.

"My mum just asked to pop round and pick up her car keys. She's going OCD since we're leaving tonight."

She nodded her head. "Of course, you're leaving for London tonight aren't you?"

"Yeah, a whole week away from good old Riverbank." I smiled at her, and she returned it.

"Okay let me just grab them." She turned quickly and headed for the living room.

I was a little surprised she didn't ask me to come in, but because I enjoyed annoying people I let myself in anyway. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of Tom in his boxers, just so I had some ammunition towards Archie next time he tormented me. I could conjure up a few.

'Your dad' jokes from this experience.

I walked into the living room and stood there awkwardly, my eyes scanning the room but realizing her naked husband who was probably still sporting a hard on must be upstairs.

Shame, for a dad, Tom Henderson was actually pretty hot. You know, in the kind of Bruce Willis type of way in Die Hard.

DILF is the term used in today's modern age I believe.

Sandra walked back into the room from the kitchen a little startled that I had just walked in, but she couldn't say anything clearly. Especially once I gave her my friendliest smile.

"There you go. I hope you and your family have a good holiday."

She handed me the keys and gave me a little smile, clearly trying to get rid of me. I let out a laugh, realizing she was keen to get back upstairs and continue being the good little wife.

"We will don't worry, you haven't met my grandmother. Being bored with her is like being bored in Disneyland." I informed her, and she let out a laugh.

I turned to walk out of the living room in order to return to my house and attempt to sort out my bomb site of a room. As I walked out of the room however, something caught my eye.

On the sofa right by the door, was a suit jacket and tie. Now I know this doesn't sound like a big deal. I mean, you must be thinking Tom just came home and in a heat of passion threw his clothes on the sofa before he went back to having some middle of the day s*x with his wife.

That would be the natural explanation. There was only one problem with that though.

Tom was a builder.

Now, why would a builder come back from work wearing a suit and tie? Not exactly the appropriate work attire is it?

The other thing that made me freeze to the spot was the tie. It was a black tie, nothing out of the ordinary...Except for the tiny white cross pattern on it.

My stomach dropped as I realized that was the exact tie I gave my dad for his birthday last year. I instantly felt fury wash over my body as I put the pieces

together in my head, and I turned towards Sandra who was looking at me with a confused expression.

"Where is he?" I demanded, and I instantly saw the panic rise to her face.

"Who?" A liar she was not.

Well she was, but not a good one because Stevie Wonder could have seen right through that.

The disgust in my face must have been clear as I looked at her, and before I could stop myself I turned and headed straight for the stairs.

"Summer, wait!" Sandra was right behind me.

"Please Summer don't!"

As I reached the top of the stairs she grabbed my arm in an attempt to stop me. I span around and snatched my arm away.

"Unless you want me to throw you down these stairs, do not touch me." I warned, my voice like venom.

She was taken aback by my threat, and I turned around again and headed for the room which I knew was the bedroom.

I basically punched the door open, and sure enough my suspicion was confirmed.

There, lying under the duvet and naked from the waist up, was my father. His eyes instantly widened as he saw me, and I think he was too surprised to move because he just sat there staring at me as if I was going to magically disappear.

Like I was a really bad nightmare.

I shook my head, sick almost at the back of my throat. "You dirty, disgusting pig." I spat.

"Summer, I can explain." He lifted his hand, his way of telling me to calm down.

"Don't even bother feeding me any bullshit. So this is your idea of work is it?" I asked, pointing at Sandra who was stood behind me looking completely helpless.

"This? Doing this?"

"Summer please calm down---"

"CALM DOWN?!" I was screaming now, so furious I couldn't even come close to describing it.

"You're cheating on mum with her supposed best friend! With your best friend's wife!"

"I know it looks bad---"

I cut Sandra off, her voice making me feel physically sick.

"No it doesn't look bad, it is bad! How could you both do this? Did you ever think about how this is going to affect everyone? Or were you too busy f*king each other's brains out for anything else to come to your mind?"

"Summer, watch your mouth." My father warned.

My eyes almost popped out of my skull.

"No I will not watch my f*cking mouth. You have no right to say anything remotely parental to me right now!"

He looked down, ashamed because he knew I was right.

"How long has this been going on?" I asked, my fists actually clenching besides me.