I stand in the driveway as the tow truck repossesses our silver Oldsmobile. No! Bring it back! Why did they have to take away the best car we ever owned? How can he let them do this? Why didn’t he find a way to pay the bill?
“Well, Jenny…no time to feel sorry for ourselves. I knew they would take our car away after your mother left us! Again! What was she here, 2 months?” Maybe longer if you hadn’t threatened to hack her up with an axe?
“My brother George won’t care either. He filed for bankruptcy last month so they can’t come after him for being cosigner anyways.” Yeah but he still has a new truck. And we have nothing.
“Don’t worry. Pops will find a way to get us a car. Like I always do. Come on. Let’s go for a walk.”
Rusty leaves crunch beneath my feet along the curb. Let’s just keep walking forever.
As we make our way around the neighborhood, Dad says, “Jenny, you know that Daddy has always been honest with you. There’s a reason for that. I don’t want anyone else to tell you tall tales one day about your Father.”
Can’t we just have one walk in peace? Crunch, crunch, I can’t hear you.
“Jenny. You know that God told me to go to your mother and that you had to be born because he has a purpose for you and your Father. I was supposed to have one last daughter. You know Daddy tricked your mother. Told her I could never have any more kids…”
I hate you for tricking her. Why did she have to be part of your plan?
“…of course, Daddy didn’t know if I could have kids because of the fucking rheumatic fever. You know the doctors thought I might never walk again. Lost all my teeth…”
I still hate you.
“But none of that matters because I knew you were going to be born. I even knew what you were going to look like before you were born. Right down to the birthmark on your chest. Just like your Father.” Dad pounds on the left side of his chest.
“My first wife, my other kids, none of them matter. I had a job to do. To raise you. God told me, go to Debbie. And I did. What did it matter that I was married? That we all lived together while your mother was pregnant for you. That life was over. And I guess God wanted us to be alone, you and Poppa. Riding the dragon’s breath…like I always told you.”
As Dad drags on, my fists clench beneath my sleeves leaving marks on my palms. Fuck your dragon. I’m not riding on his breath or going along with your plan anymore.
“Dad. What you did was wrong. You had a wife and children. I never should have been born!”
“Don’t you dare judge your Father! After everything we’ve been through. You don’t even know. Your mother wanted to abort you…”
“Good. I wish she had. I don’t want to be alive if I caused all that pain for people.”
“Bullshit. Your Father wasn’t going to let some needle kill my baby. I told your mother I’d hack her the fuck up, and her goddamn sister too.”
I hang my head. You’re an asshole. You’re a bully. I can judge you. And I will live a different life than you.
Dad grunts a bit as we make our way back to the apartment complex in silence.
Jesus…did you just challenge him out loud? Yes, and it felt really good.