Being the NC

Chapter 12

The air was stung with sweet aroma. Okane had just come back from School, and was worn out. She pulled her clothes off, had a shower, and wore just her panties, walking about the whole house – showing off her gigantic curves and a*s cheeks.

“Hi mom, you’re home early” she said, hugging her from behind

“Yeah, I have a day off today, remember. I’m making your favorite”

“Spaghetti tacos with a bit of veggies in it?” okane asked

“Yes, just as you like them”

Okane’s face lit up. What seemed to be a gloomy, stressed out day was turning out to be awesome all because of a meal. Her face filled with pure happiness, looked at her mom, and fixed her gaze on her for what seemed like five minutes. She wasn’t just glad that her mom made her favorite meal, she was elated because her mom loved her, and was ready to do anything just to get her the best life.

“What’s with the long stare, okane. It’s creepy” her mom looked away

“You’re awesome mom, the best mom anyone could ever ask for” okane was feeling intense emotions right now.

Her mother got her into her warm embrace, and hugged her tightly, with their both eyes watering.

“Gracias(Thank you) okane, I really appreciate that” her mom replied, letting go of her

“I wish I could say the same for father tho” okane verbalised.

“Your father chose his own path. We need to respect his decision, and not be held back by the past”

“Really mom, father chose his own path, by spending his life savings on c***k, getting drunk everyday, getting your a*s s*****d any time he was having a rough day, and finally leaving us”

“He left us a while ago. I don’t know why you’re bringing this up now. I thought you were over it”

“How can I ever be over it mom. He’s the reason I’m in Clinton High school now, he got me away from my life, my friends, and caused me to live this new life here. We were better off at New York”

Her mom couldn’t help but cry at this moment. She was getting immersed in numerous amount of emotions now, and couldn’t help but wish things were any different.

“I know we were better off at New York. But look on the bright side – I’ve got a job now here, you’re in School again, and you’re doing pretty well”

“I’ve only been in Clinton High for less than a week. You can’t be so sure how well I’m doing”

“I trust you are sweetie. You’re Okane – my Okane” her mom said, messing up her hair

“Well I’m not certain I’m fine”

Her mom drew closer to her, placed her fingers on Okane’s face, examining her

“It’s just you and I sweetie. Your dad is an a-hole, we both know that”

“Ha ha. I can’t believe you just said dad is an asshole”

“No I didn’t say that. I said a-hole. I didn’t say the first part”

“But it’s what you meant”

“I guess it is”

“Alright mom. I would have to go now, the tacos are getting cold”

***

Okane had a lot going on in her life, ranging from the stunts her dad pulled, to her body and the kind of attention she was getting from both s*x – male and female. Every dude wanted to f**k her, and this didn’t have a nice impact on her growing up. Okane ate her favorite, as she thought about her past, how her dad used to be a darling and would always call her pumpkin, and get her ice cream. She loved the nickname tho. She visualized all that had been going on in her life, and how much impact it has caused on her. When Okane was 14, she had the body and curves of a sexy young woman, and this drew the attention of many. She almost got r***d a number of times, and she had been sexually harassed in public an outrageous number of times – ranging from groping her butt in long queues, to grazing her butt with weirdly shaped d***s. She wanted to cry out for help all those times, but who would listen?

***

Okane got lost in her thoughts, and fell asleep. Her mother placed a blanket over her exposed body since she was only on panties.

(Phone vibrates)

“Who the f**k would call this late at night” Okane said while partly awake

She ignores the call, and goes back to sleep again

(Phone vibrates again)

“I should get that – see what this person is all about”

She gets up on her feet, falls back to the couch again, and dozes off, only to get back up after the phone rings again.

“Hello” she said expecting the other person to say something, so she has an idea who might be on the other side of the phone.

“Hi pumpkin” an enervated sound comes from the caller

“Dad?” she asks

“Yes pumpkin. It’s dad”

Okane hangs up, glares at the air, and goes back to sleep

“The nerve he’s got to even call after the last stunt he pulled” she said, going back to sleep

(Phone chimes)

“Not again. Come on dad, we all get you’re an asshole, you don’t have to call to inform us”

She gets up, reached for her phone, and navigates through. It was a message from the number that just called.

“Hi pumpkin. I’m sorry for calling this late. However, it’s urgent. I’m sick pumpkin, really sick and I’m scared it could be cancer. Didn’t you hear my voice, it’s worn out from overthinking. I haven’t been eating well either, and I’m out of cash. I can’t afford to go to the hospital for a checkup, and so I’ve been self medicating, but my drugs have been all used up. I haven’t been a good father, and I’m ashamed of that. To be honest, I regret everyday that I got addicted to doing drugs and alcohol, because it destroyed my family, and broke us apart. I love you and your mother very much, I wish things had gone any different from this. Please reach out to me as soon as possible”

Okane paused, and was in deep thought for a while. She couldn’t deny she loved her dad even after everything. After much persuasion, she replied.

“I’ve not forgiven you for all you have done. I don’t even know why I’m texting you right now. What exactly do you want me to do – come over to wherever the hell you’re staying, and mend your wounds like a good daughter? We’ve not had the best father-daughter relationship, you know that”

“I know, and it’s all my fault pumpkin. Please find it in your heart to send me some money so I can buy some food and drugs”

At this point, Okane knew it was all a joke. He only wanted money to get high, drink his a*s off, and have fun, if what he does could be called fun, well at least to him, it was fun to do drugs.

Okane sank into the couch, and wept bitterly. She knew exactly what he was up to. Her tears soaked the blanket, and made her eyes sore.

“YOU DISGUST ME DAD” Okane calls to check his voice out.

“Pumpkin, what’s wrong?”

“You can’t f**k with me dad anymore. You made up this whole s**t just to extort money from me so you can spend it on c***k right?”

“No pumpkin. What are you talking about”

“Oh suddenly you’re voice sounds better. Having trouble faking your illness?”

“My voice is the same pumpkin” he fakes a cough

“We both know you faked that cough. Get off this line”

“Relax pumpkin. Okay, you caught daddy. Help me out pumpkin. I need money. I know you have a good heart, and wouldn’t let father down”

“Yeah? Well, why don’t you go f**k yourself”

(This dude is worse than I thought) she thought, hanging up, and shoving her phone into a bag