A Slut's Guide to Intimacy

Chapter Nine

He stared at her with obvious disdain, his hazel eyes told Scarlett he was disgusted by her, yet, he wore an ironic smile. A smile that showcased patterns of wrinkles which revealed he was much older than he seemed. It was amazing, sometimes unbelievable, how a plethora of opposing emotions could be painted on one man's face.

"How's the chicken?" He asked, scrunching his eyebrows to appear genuinely interested in her opinion.

Scarlett took another bite of her chicken, the tender flesh melted into a pool of flavour in her mouth, so much so, her tongue seemingly danced in delight. "It's good dad."

"Well, I'm glad you like it," he said with a smile.

He cleared his throat. "How is school?"

"It's fine," she answered abruptly, aware where the conversation was heading.

"I hope you haven't been getting into any trouble, wouldn't want you to turn out like your mother now, would we?" He took a big bite of his meal, smiling as he chewed.

Scarlett sighed, she was honestly exhausted of their repetitive fights. Why couldn't they have dinner like a normal family? Why did he always pick fights? She missed the days when he never bothered to speak to her, back when she wasn't termed a slut. These days all he did was talk, and she was over it.

"Dad, please I'm not in the mood," she grumbled, suddenly feeling a pinch of anger.

Her dad frowned, his rage yielded a stronger scent than their dinner. "You know what Scarlett? I'm not in the mood too. I'm not in the mood to deal with your non-stop fornication. Why do you have to screw everything that has a pulse? Almost every day you come home with a different i***t and I'm tired of having to see you ruin your life like your mother."

"Who I f**k and what I do with my body is none of your business. I can sleep with whoever I want because I enjoy it, dad. I enjoy sleeping with different people, why does that have to be a bad thing?"

"I can see you didn't learn from your mother."

"Could you not bring mom into every fight we have, it's getting old," she barked.

Her dad swiftly stood up from his seat and approached her with intended intimidation. Scarlett rose from her seat, mirroring his stance. She wouldn't allow herself to be stepped on by another man. Although she appeared to be unaffected by how fury danced across his eyes, some part of Scarlett believed he would hurt her, then he hugged her like he just wasn't about to unleash his wrath again.

"I just want the best for you Scar," he whispered.

"I know dad, but you have to remember that it is my life."

He pulled away for a moment, staring at her questionably. "Don't you care about your reputation. You are tarring your image by doing what you do. Don't you understand that?"

"If it isn't already obvious, I don't care what people think of me. They should worry about their lives and not who I do," she said as she totally pulled away from his grasp. She grabbed her phone from the table, then she faced her dad. "what mom did to you was horrible, but I'm not her. I deserve to do what makes me happy and frankly, that's having s*x. I know it is not easy to hear that your daughter is a slut or a skank and I've apologised for making you go through all of it. I know it breaks your heart every time but nothing you say will make me change and I cannot apologise again."

He sighed. "You could get yourself into a situation you aren't ready to handle."

"I promise I'm always safe."

"Are you doing this to annoy me? Is this just you rebelling to get a reaction from me?" he questioned, his tone rising once more. Her dad's ability to go from zero to a hundred was astonishing.

"I'm tired of explaining dad. I'm out, enjoy your dinner alone." She walked towards the door.

"Going to screw another dumbass I see!" He yelled.

"No, actually I'm going to meet my friend Harvey, yes dad, I have a friend I don't screw. We can talk when you calm down." She said before walking away from her tragic family, not forgetting to dramatically slam the door.

The cool breeze pricked at her skin as she walked away from her house. She was aware she should've grabbed a jacket, however, that was the least important thought on her mind. Getting Harvey's address was her priority, so she called him. After the third ring, he finally picked up.

"Hey, Scarlett what's up?" Harvey asked. His voice, two tones deeper than normal.

"Um, could you text me your address. I need someone to talk to," she said.

"Well, this kinda isn't a good time. We should talk tomorrow," he said in a haste.

"Am I interrup-" she paused for a moment, then a realisation hit her. "I know that tone anywhere. A husky and shaky voice, rough breathing, cancelling on a friend. You were either screwing someone or m**********g. Which is it?" She questioned with a mischievous grin.

"Scarlett! Could you not ask that." He groaned. She could somehow sense him blushing.

"f*****g hell, you totally just f****d someone!"

A/N

Happy Monday! Hope you enjoyed the chapter, I really wanted to show what Scarlett's family was like. Don't forget to vote.