DADDY’S DINNER

Steven’s POV

I adjusted my tie for the 100th time today. I always get worked up and nervous whenever Dad invites me over.

It is either that I’m not good enough or his fucking mistress and daughter have something against me. Getting to the front door, I can’t help but remember the day I got back here after Mum’s death, Aunt Mercy was so angry that Dad neglected Mum’s wish for me to stay with her instead of him.

I would have preferred that, I mean I adored the woman, and staying with the man who caused my mother so much pain, and might probably be the reason why she was murdered, it was the worst time of my childhood,

“Aren’t you coming in, your father is so eager to see you, wow Steven you are indeed a young man now, all grown up and muscular, give your mummy Peggy a hug would you”

Mummy Peggy, my ass, she stands in clothes meant for women old enough to be her daughter, flashing her ugly smile.

I guess the saying is always right, a whore will always be a whore.

I walk past her