Dad isn't a fan of the alphabet cult.

"To Hell with that standoffish self-righteous pain in the as you raised..! Maybe you are right, maybe he's just experimenting with his sexuality. But he's twelve for fck's sake! He can't do that!"

He is frustrated about something even you know you aren't. He trusts her. And you used, too. Until a few months ago when things went from "ignore the weirdness" to "partners in crime". You just started developing complex feelings and the utter, bottomless shame is already dragging you six feet under with the speed of a Koenigsegg Jesko down the highway.

Shelly's heels clinked against the tiles as she unceremoniously shoved the bathroom door closed. It's against the rules of the house to lock a room. You cannot stay stuck in your own little hole. The sound of running water always seemed to muffle her annoyed grunts and unintelligible babbling as she scrubed the red love dots and any other colorfull markings off your chest. As if you put them there yourself. 'Damn psychopath!' you thought to yourself. You still remember where her hands lingered yesterday. 'So you inherited that from her, huh?' You zooned out almost compleatly as the voice in that back of your head taunted. 'Fair'.

You know she misses your dad.You know she desperately needs a male presence in her life.You know she loves you, but sees more worth in him. And you sure as hell know how much she hates it when he notices something's wrong and takes a day off for you specifically. Even trough this is just her trying to express how much she misses his touch.

"Drink." You didn't even notice when she lugged a glass in your bath water, but you can guess she isn't happy. The soap bubbles covered it's brim. "Since you're so thirsty for attention." She added trough gritted teeth as she practically shoved the cup in your face.