My Dad's Friend: 14

"Tristan, Dad's sending for you!"

I sighed dramatically, finally flickering after sharing an intense staring session with the black dot on my ceiling. I slowly got out of bed, feeling seeped and impractical as I walked out of my room, in my green stocks. I walked down the hall lazily and down the stairs to the living room, where I found my dad and stepmom waiting patiently, I stood in front of them.

"What?!" I grilled in boredom, wondering why the days were jogging so slow, it was like they were squirming, afflicting, and mocking me.

"Sit down, Tristan" Dad instructed, I rolled my eyes and sat down on the opposite couch. I instantly noticed Dr. Sean walking down the stairs but he ignored us and went straight to the kitchen. I gulped, thinking back to our last encounter yesterday, it was still fresh in my head, as much as I wanted it gone. I could still feel the roughness of his lips on my neck, the feeling of his strong