Chapter 5

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Bad news and Good news. Bad news is that the chapter isn't that long. Good news is that the next chapter will be more dramatic (who knew that was possible?) I split the chapter in 2 to build suspense. I just love cliffhangers.

This thought sluggishly pulled through my brain, as I tried to comprehend. If Dad was here… it meant he wasn’t on a buisness trip?

“Aaron, I need you to do me a favour,” I said.

“Sure.”

I was surprised at how quickly he agreed, without even asking me what he had to do. I think he knew that this was serious… he’s good at sensing these things.

“Go start a conversation with that man,” I said.

“OK.” He got up and went over to my Dad. Aaron looked at me, alarmed, as he recognized him as my father. I drew a finger across my throat and motioned for him to keep going.

“Hello, I was wondering if you have the time?” he asked politely. I’d never seen the polite side of Aaron. It was nice, actually.

“No one has the time. The time is free from ownership,” Dad said, and the woman giggled. It was disgusting.

“Umm, OK…”

“It’s 2:30, son,” he said. “Shouldn’t you be in school?”

“Er, no, I’m in college and I have the day off,” he lied easily.

“Oh, you remind me of my daughter,” he sighed.

“Really? Tell me about her?” he requested. Dad found this weird, and he chuckled.

“Easy son, I think she’s got a boyfriend.” I blushed, and so did Aaron. “She brought him round for dinner the other night, and they seemed pretty chummy.”

I groaned inwardly. Only Dad would use a word like chummy. My eyes stung and I couldn’t swallow properly.

“Oh… that’s interesting,” Aaron said. I crept closer to hear what they were saying, into one of the bushes.

“Yea… it’s nice having conversation with strangers,” he said smiling. “We’re both in very good moods.”

“I might know your daughter,” he said suddenly. Dad laughed more.

“A bit of a dry spell?” he said.

I laughed to myself, as Aaron started acting really awkward.

“Well, her name is Millie and she’s 16, so you probably don’t.”

My head was whirling even faster, if possible. Going through possibilities. How do I handle this? I can’t expose myself, or Dad will know I ditched school. I can’t not expose myself, because Dad won’t know that I know about his little secret.

“What are your plans for tonight, son?” I suddenly get an idea. I pray that Aaron won’t miss this crucial opening.

“I’m just staying here… teaching a pretty girl how to surf,” he winked, and I flushed crimson. I could just tell that was directed at me.

“Oh, so are we. I guess we’ll see you around!” Dad said merrily. Aaron came over to me.

“Are you OK?” he asked, concerned. I could understand why: My father had lied to me and had a girlfriend that I didn’t know about, who he saw when he was ‘working.’

“Yea, yea, I can be upset later, I have a plan.” He stared at me in wonder. “What?”

He contemplated his answer for a moment. “How do you do that?”

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