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ViewingTm — Seven Days: Chapter 4
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You sit up straight on your bed and look around the room. You toss the home phone down on your bed and stand up with your back hunched. You were really not in the mood for this kind of bullshit. You just wanted to sleep this whole situation off in some random lady's house and forget it ever happened. Now you can't. Bro just had to fucking call and be all worried and bitchy, didn't he?Motherfucker.
You grab Cal off of the chair you tossed him into and throw the dumb puppet across the room.
You don't actually know why you just did that.
This thing isn't his fault.
You pick Cal back up and set him down on your bed with an apologetic tap to the noggin. This whole thing is still a large crock of shit regardless whose fault it is. You toss on a pair of jeans and your favorite record tee, grab the telephone, and walk out of your room to try to find Caroline.
You found yourself immediately backtracking into your bedroom when you found the hallway to be pitch black.
Fuck that noise. Caroline can come get the phone if she needs it.
You sit back down on your mattress, bored and prepared to stay that way out of spite.
Spite for what? Your brother?
You would guess so. He's the one that woke you up from your beauty sleep. Fuck this dude. Fuck him so hard.
You swiftly come to the conclusion that he doesn't even deserve your hate right now and pick up his phone to open up pesterchum.
Wait, John's online? Isn't it like... 2 am or some shit for him? You open up a chat window and get to messaging him.
TG: sup egderp
TG: what are you doing up
TG: thought your bedtime was like 4 pm or some shit
EB: it is not!
EB: i totally have a decent bedtime!
EB: it's like 10:00!
TG: wow what a square
EB: whatever dude!
TG: as i asked before though
TG: why are you up
EB: well, at first it was because i could not sleep,
EB: but then it was because rose told me about you and your bro!
EB: i am sooo sorry dave.
TG: dont take it too seriously dude
TG: schill
EB: i guess so...
EB: so, are you feeling okay?
TG: thats a long ass story bro
TG: sit down with some popcorn and get comfy folks
TG: were gonna be here a while
Before you made him sit down for hours and watch your text pop up and sit idle as you talk aimlessly, you get his phone number and begin to text him.
You then proceed to ramble off to John about your batshit day, being sent away with Caroline, and messaged by some creep.
He freaks out at that and asks you to show him.
You only have it on the phone as a text, so you screen-cap it and send it to him.
John's reaction if anything is surprising to you. He started doing that weird stilted over-analytical typing that he only does when he's really nervous about a situation. You ask him what his damage is and he asks you some things.
do you know if it's some guy or girl in the area? or is it just like... some stranger?
its most likely going to always be a fucking stranger john
come on dude
anyway fuck how am i supposed to know
for all i know bro could just be fucking around with me
i don't think your bro would do that dave.
it would be a really sick joke, dude. i don't even know your bro and i do not think he would go that far into being an ass, if that is okay to say.
yeah dude whatever
well, do you think you know their gender?
im p sure it has a penis idk man
you did not have to go all naming parts dude! 'its a guy egbutts' would have been just fine!
dont take it too personal dude
i just love watching you squirm
you cannot even see me dave!
dude who said
i could be watching you right now bro
dont tempt me
i could hack your computer like a bitch
dude, i don't even have a webcam or whatever!
i only use my dad's!
now stop making me paranoid.
alright
hmm
speaking of daddy egderp
hows your old man john
he's good i guess...
i don't think he's okay tonight though...
i think i heard him crying.
hey maybe he was jackin off
ewww dave no! i don't wanna think about my dad masturbating!
schlick schlick schlick moan
no!
fucking gross dude!
im with you on that
im gagging actually
schlick schlick schlick moan choke gag schlick
why do you do this oh my fucking goodness ew!
hahaha
youre hilarious dude
well...i think i should ask my dad to look out for anyone suspicious in the area. dunananana inspector dadget. dunananana nana!!
dude one
what the fuck could your dad do
and two
youre in a different fucking timezone
you cant do shit
what i didn't tell you, is that my dad is FREAKING AWESOME SO SHUT UP. and also, that we're in texas!!!!!
what
really
yeah!
i thought it would be sooo cool seeing my best bro for the summer, so my dad said we could chill in his old house for a while!
dude
thats actually
pretty damn great
i dunno if ill be able it come over though
my situation and all
pft, dude i'll ask my dad to help. he can charm his way into anything!
or anyone
you made it dirty again.
stooooooppppppppp.
i'm pouting.
i hope you can feel this dave!
yup
mfucking terrified
ill let him work his dick magic
i mean dad magic
i'm gonna ignore that one...
i'll ask him tomorrow at dinner to work something out with your bro and...
caroline?
yeah
i'll ask you for more information tomorrow
i'm just really glad you're okay dude!
hey egbert
yeah, dave?
thanks
it's no problem!
now get some sleep! it's almost 4 am!
alright
ill get back to you tomorrow
okay, dave! goodnight!
night john
You put down the cell phone and find yourself holding back a yawn. You smile lightly to yourself as you ready for bed again. You undo your jeans, toss the home phone onto the floor, and grab Cal to roll over and fall asleep.
You might get to meet John finally. Wow, 3 years pass with you knowing him, and now that you're some sort of charity case, you'll finally know who he is and what he looks like to a T.
You can't say you aren't anxious.
You can't say you care.
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Your son approaches you gidly after he has made sure to change his freshly milk and sugar-stained clothes. You look down at him expectedly. He seems to be waiting for you to say something. You were in the middle of working on some dirty dishes and found him clung to your arm and bouncing lightly on his toes.
"Yes, John?" you say. His smile gets more mischievous as the second goes by and you start to get worried. Is he pulling a prank of you?
"Daddy?" he tries. He wants something from you.
"Yes, John?" you answer him. His grip on your arm grows firmer.
"Daddy, can I ask you something?"
"Of course you may, John." He scoffs at the correction in grammar but continues looking as giddy as ever. His buck teeth stick out more awkwardly that usual as he worries his lower lip and whispers like he was planning on telling you a secret.
You barely catch the sheepish, "Can Dave come over?"
You start to laugh and catch yourself. You smirk slowly and look at him as if you are confused.
"Who is Dave?"
He drops flat onto his feet and lets go of your arm.
"Oh my goodness! I cannot believe you said that! Dave's my friend, the one we're coming here to see!"
Your smirk falters a bit, but you can see he doesn't catch it. Your son picks up subtlety like you could pick things up without opposable thumbs or fingers.
Almost one hundred percent not at all.
You know what Dave he's talking about and you couldn't possibly see that child after what you'd thought about him.
You also couldn't possibly see your son that devastated. You flew all the way to Texas for him and his little friend, so of course he can see him.
"Just have me talk to a parent or guardian and the deal is done, Johnathan."
His smile doesn't miss a beat. His crooked teeth become more prominent as his eyes light up.
"Really, Dad?"
"Yes, really."
"Oh-Em-Gee! Thank you so much! Love you, Dad!"
He hops up on the tips of his toes, kisses your cheek, and is off in the direction of his room.
You get back to your dishes and grin.
You don't want to face your fears at all, but you guess you can put your feelings aside a bit for your son and his.
Parenting is all about sacrifice.
