Loving Dad’s Best Friend

HER DECISION

CHAPTER 7

Six days later.

I woke up, the morning of that day as if a big stone was placed on top of my head, and when I slid out of the bed, everything swayed 360 degrees, as if I rode a roller coaster and passed out there until morning. I ended up spending more time in bed that day, nursing hangover.

Damnnnn, that was the morning I told myself never to drink more than a bottle of cold one (beer) for the rest of my life. I couldn't completely avoid it, of course, but a bottle was enough for any social occasion I would attend in the future. It definitely was a lesson in life I learned the hard way.

I thought I was still in perfect shape as I spoke with Blake and tested his patience, but dammn, when the cold one hit me, I went off like a light.

Blake drove me home safely. Safe but unsound, not his fault but mine. Anyway, I was with Blake, even if I was stark naked that night, he wouldn't touch me.

Nevertheless, it was so clear in my head that he agreed to be my FIRST.

Hah--finally, I got his A-okay!

I couldn't understand why in this day and age, V-card remained important to many. In my opinion, it was a plain virginal obsession, that in my belief was a s****l double standard. While men could go out and have as many s****l experiences as they want to, women on the other hand were expected to offer their purity as a gift to the one man they would choose for the rest of their lives.

It was so unfair to the female population.

I even heard it from Blake himself, he said and I quote, "One day you'll find the man who will love you, he will surely be proud that you had waited for him."

It came from Blake, a man who could fvck anyone he liked? Would he look for a virgin for a bride? I didn't think so.

Hell--I have decided to give myself all privileges attached to a V-card. I have chosen to be in control of WHO would be the perfect man for the job. And good for Blake he was the one I have chosen to be my first.

I wasn’t a complete waste of his time. My curves were in the right places, I have long legs—to wrapped around his waist and I have booties and boobsies to boast about.

Who could really run away from the chance to teach me PLEASURE?

Sadly, I was unattractive to Blake, sorry for him, he could just charge it to experience and include me to the long list of women he banged.

And for me, he was that special man chosen for the role and I would treasure him for life. I was all set for tomorrow, all set to give myself to him.

Speaking of Blake and also Dad, I haven't seen them together since I told my dad three days ago that I would be leaving with Blake.

I told dad Liam that I needed to do something before the start of the school year. I did not elaborate on the reason why, just that I must be in Sydney a week ahead. It was a lie of course, but—could I possibly tell him that I would be fvcking his best friend for a week?

Definitely, not! So, I made my face thicker and my heart coated with ice and lied to him while looking straight into his eyes. I felt the heat of inferno burning my feet as I did it.

Any father wouldn’t understand what I intend to happen no matter how I explain it. The only solution-- was a big fat LIE.

After this escapade with Blake, I promised to revert to being an obedient daughter and to always play by the rules. Blake would be my only delusion, the only black dot in a pristine white hanky.

My s****l fantasy on Blake would be my solitary challenge to my pass to heaven, nothing more after this.

I had completed my preparations: I had my birth control injected, went to church, and confessed my sin but not to the reverend because he might tell dad and I did my research about s*x.

Yeah—I had to research because I intended to make it an experience of my life. I didn’t want to be vanilla in bed. I didn't want to turn into a crying b,itch or a frigid stone and most of all I didn’t want to look pitiful. I wouldn’t wish for Blake to regret spending nights with me.

I just locked my luggage when I heard the car pull abruptly in front of the house. The sudden opening and a loud closing of the front door followed.

Startled, since this had never happened before, I ran towards the open area of the second floor. From there I saw that it was my father and Blake, who entered our home. They were both…disturbed. Their faces were gloomy and their voices when they spoke…have a touch of anger.

I listened quietly, hiding in a post so that even if they looked up, they wouldn’t see me.

“Give it to me straight, Blake! I have the right to know," Dad Liam yelled at top of his voice.

Blake did not reply. He stood straight, his jaws twitching and he looked at the farthest section of our ground floor and not on my dad. It caused my father to fume more.

“Bullshit, Blake! You are so full of bull! Speak!” He yelled once again.

And the same silence was Blake's response.

In all my almost 19 years of existence, I’ve never seen my father with so much hatred. Never seen his body shake out of rage.

“Tell me now! Even if it bloody hurts! Even if it was bloody messy and filthy. I wanted to hear it directly from your mouth!”

“Mate!" Blake called him, perhaps to tell him to calm down. He ran a hand on his hair and continued, "It is not my place to tell you about it. I told you to speak to her and put some sense into her head because I couldn’t do it. I couldn't convince her. Oh believe me I tried, I tried so hard but to no avail.” he explained, mincing his words.

“Convince her about what? Speak Blake!”

In my opinion, my father knew, but--he wanted the truth to come from Blake.

“You think I wanted this situation to exist? I was troubled, shocked, and terrified when I learned about it, and that never happened in my life. I was always in grip of the situation and for the first time, I am not in control," Blake muttered exasperatedly.

"I couldn't win over her and I couldn't win over my monster within," he added which stilled dad and even me.

Monster within? What did Blake mean about that?

“Asshole! Fvcking asshole!!!” My dad clenched Blake's collar.

I almost squealed in fear of Dad hitting Blake and that could result in a physical fight. They were almost the same height, almost the same physique...almost but not equal. My dad could easily be hurt by Blake, but Dad could also hurt him if Blake wouldn't put up a good fight to defend himself.

“Here's the thing Blake, the moment you touch my daughter, forget about we are friends. I forbid you to touch even the tip of her hand. If you ever do that, forget that on this side of the world, you had a family. This is between us, Blake.” Dad said firmly, he was shaking.

For seconds or minutes, the two gentlemen dearest to my heart, just stood still in the center of our receiving area shooting daggers at each other. I wanted to go down and put an end to the dispute because I placed them there. Their friendship would end because of my selfishness.

But—was I really selfish?

Or—They just refused to respect the decision I had made for myself, for my own life?

Who among us was wrong? Who among us was right?

Who has the right to decide for my life? A father. A friend. Or myself.

I stepped forward, away from the post where I was hiding, but I froze in my tracks when I heard Blake speak.

“Whatever your decision, I have no right to question it. The same is true for Graciella. She made a decision and neither of us has the right to stop her. She’s no longer a child and the sooner you accept that—the better for you!”

After that, Blake left dad still standing where he left him. Stunned perhaps by the spatted truth in his face.

And for mind-numbing minutes, I didn't know what to do. Should I run to him and ask forgiveness? Should I explain to him everything and confess why I wanted Blake to be the first man in my life?

After a while, Dad stepped towards the couch and as soon as he sat down he placed his hands on his face. The shaking of his shoulders made me realize that he was in tears.

In a hurry, I ran down the stairs and as soon as I reached his side, I enveloped him in my arms. I had never seen my father this weak before, never this lonely, never this sad.

What I saw— hit me hard and it messed with my brain. For the first time since I started this quest to make Blake agree to what I wanted to happen, I was in doubt if I should follow the dictates of my heart. I was so confused, so affected by the perceived broken friendship between two men I respected so much.

My dad tried to smile, despite the tears in his eyes.

“I told you, we can talk about anything, sweetie. I will listen, no matter how ugly and messy it is. You remember that, right?” He murmured in between the heavy releases of breath. He wiped the traces of tears on his face using the back of his palm.

Pearls of tears rolled down my face. Dad also wiped them away.

“And I told you not to worry. I got this, dad," I kissed his temple and he wrapped his arms around me. "Please believe in me. I know what I am doing, it's just that there are things I'd rather keep to myself. There are decisions I’d rather make alone. If by chance, I was wrong and I’d be hurt—I would own it responsibly and get back on track immediately. Then, if I will need a father, not as an authority figure but as a friend, I hope you will be there to support me.”

Another bulk of tears cascaded down his cheeks. It seemed I heard cracks in my heart, I didn’t want to see him so hurt like this.

He looked at me differently than he used to for a few seconds and then slowly nodded his head. Did he finally understand my point?

“Are you in love with him?” His voice, although low, has some firmness in it.

I breathed. I was a bit taken aback by his query, split in half whether to tell him the truth or continue with the lie. The latter won, “Not love dad. It just needs to happen,” I cleared my throat, my voice was fading, and continued, “I have my reason, but I’d rather keep it to myself for now. One day—I will tell you everything. Please have faith in me.”

Eight days. In all that eight days since I had the shambles with Blake, it seemed to add numbers to my age. I was dealing with two highly matured men, and none of them was able to bend my willful decision.

Again...this was my life, nobody would suffer more than me...so, therefore...

I take charge!