Scarlet’s drawls in her Southern California accent, “hey bitch”
“No, YOU’RE the bitch.. or maybe a slut just like your mom. Why were you trying to flirt with my dad?”
Scarlet rolls her eyes, “I told you before I think your dad’s hot. I mean, I don’t get why you won’t let me have a chance with him? I thought we were best friends”
“He’s too old for you, it’s….. gross.” I nearly bite my tongue. I really don’t feel that way about age, I mean, I could date someone his age, no problem.
Scarlett’s voice raises in protest, “Are you kidding me? Every girl at our senior class wants to nail him. Your strep-dad is the hottest guy in town, easy.. I don’t care if he’s forty-whatever..”
“If you cared about me at all, you would leave him alone. I am not comfortable with you stripping off your top in front of my dad”
“Your step dad, not even your biological dad. I don’t know why you get so emotional…”
“It’s surreal, like some cheap joke, or a bad dream I haven’t waken up from.. you’re going to end up exactly like your mom”
Scarlett’s voice drops into a serious tone, “Careful..” She loves her mom, but it’s well known that her mom is the town tramp.
“I thought you were different than her. I’ve known you since kindergarten, how many times did we laugh at how slutty and desperate she acts around teachers, neighbors, and remember Father Matthews”
“I may have thought it was gross that my mom was ‘sexually adventurous’ when I was young, but now that I’m mature, I think she’s kind of hot. My mom’s sexuality is powerful. You don’t think it’s hot as fuck that she seduced a priest, a man who vowed to remain chaste for God?”
Ivy emphatically exhales, “No, I really don’t. I think it’s sad. And listen, we should be friends.. let’s not be mean to one another. I don’t care if you want to be sexually adventurous, if that’s what you want to call it, but please just leave my daddy alone.”
“Omgod.. I’m getting it now, it’s all becoming crystal clear to me.. You want to fuck your daddy.”
I can barely speak. Do I? I suddenly feel outside of myself, as I hear myself say the word. “what?!” Scarlet nods, “you’re in love with your Dad. Alll the pieces are fitting together.
“What are you talking about?”
“..Even when your mom died, it was as if you were relieved. You thought of her as competition, didn’t you?”
My eyes widen in shock.
Scarlet continues making her case, “All that constant talk about how great your dad is, how he’s your hero.. this is some crazy Fruedian shit, Ivy. You don’t want anyone to have him because you want him”
I hang up the phone. Scarlet looks at the silent cell phone, “Ivy? … Ivy?”
In Love with Daddy
My relationship with my best friend Scarlett has been a little tense ever since she set her sights on my stepdad. She’s not the only one who wants him either, her mom has been calling on him for every little honey do project she can think of. It drives me insane that Scarlett’s bimbo blonde mom, with bolt-on tits is throwing herself at him. I’ve had it! I’m separating ties with Scarlett and I’ve got to figure out a way to keep him home with me. A melody plays from my purse, it’s my phone ringing, I look at the screen to see Scarlett’s image. Ugh. I answer it.
