He Said His Name Was Dick Part two
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Author's Note: These stories belong to me and as such I do not authorize anyone to use them. The story is about dick and infidelity and marital strife some light BDSM, It's entirely fiction.
We met Emma first here:
https://www.literotica.com/s/he-said-his-name-was-dick-pt-01
All of a sudden I was famished and called in an order to the 318 Tavern on Nickerson. I got the PB&J burger with fries and fish & chips, with three extra pieces of fish. I went home and put the burger in the fridge for dinner, then went nuts on the fish & chips and the extra fish, I used mom's home made tartar sauce, plus some Thomas Kemper root beer. I took my time going through it, I had a high caloric need due to running and working out.
The door bell rang. I had no idea who that would be and opened it. It was Mrs. Cook. The policeman's wife from next door. I just stared at her, not sure why I couldn't say anything.
"Can I come in and chat for a second, " she asked.
I stepped out of her way and said, "Sorry it's been a weird couple of days."
She said, "I can only imagine what you're going through."
I said, "You're going to make it way worse, aren't you?"
She looked away, then turned back, looking me dead on and said, "Most definitely I am."
"Most definitely, " I asked, "Why don't you get your skanky old ass up and out of my house, I need no shit from somebody I don't really know cept you were probably fucking my cheating ass fucking mom."
Her eyes opened up wider than I thought possible, but she didn't move.
"Are you fucking deaf and a skank too, get your ass up and move before I throw you off the deck. Now god damn it, " I was screaming.
She unassed herself from the chair and beat footed it out the front door. I put the bolt on and closed all the blinds in the house, and made sure that the basement door was bolted shut.
I put my buds in and listened to some reaction videos for really old music the 1960s and finished the fish and chips and laid down in my parent's bed. I hugged pillows and put some between my knees and put on the Beatles White Album and closed my eyes and slept. And slept.
It was seven thirty Sunday morning. I had to be in Newburg, on campus at three o'clock so I could get assigned a room in the dorm and a roommate, too. Freshman rule, was that one went with the other. So no hook ups unless you were gay.
I warmed up my burger and fries in the oven and fried several eggs as they were going to rot. I ate it all. Took a quick shower and put the same stuff on, since everything was packed. I realized I was still wearing eye lash extensions from Friday night and took them off. Stared at my face with my green eyes.
This was it, I had no reason to ever come back here. Put everything in the Trooper and pulled out my key ring and took off the door key.
I walked over to the Cook's home and rang the bell. Mrs. Cook answered.
"I'm leaving and it's my Dad's house, but he disappeared and I'm paying for my college with grants, student loans and scholarships, I have no reason to return here, except if and when I get married and want to show my family where I grew up."
"Here's the keys to the house, " I handed them to her.
I said, "Don't tell me anything, or write me or text me. I've probably already guessed it and it just doesn't matter. I'm here, nobody cares or actually loves me. Certainly not a single soul in my immediate family. It's time to go then, " she looked so sad as I turned around and walked up to the Trooper. I got in, belted up, hooked my phone into the sound system and listened to Spotify play my favorites.
I pulled into Newburg about twelve thirty. There were two and a half hours to go and I was hungry and felt like I needed to run. I figured eat now, move in, run, eat again, breakfast at seven in the morning, meet the track coaches at nine.
There was a Chinese restaurant and a Mexican Bakery. I thought some food might be in order so Chinese was the way to go. Two orders of pork egg foo young, three baked hum bao with pork and rice, extra rice. I had a small fridge and a crock pot, so I could avoid the cafeteria, rice, ground beef, frozen broccoli, onions and chicken bouillon cubes and an okay meal for several days could be had and I just had to add to it.
The meeting went well, I got a room and a roommate, small girl Shaina Denman, tennis player. She had a microwave and I told her about my crockpot and we high fived. We did go to the cafeteria for dinner and she has boy friend and he's playing football for Oregon State. She pointed at my hickies. I said breakup and goodbye. I told her everything about Sammy and I cried again. She didn't abuse my trust ever, lifelong best friend and I've only known her for an hour or so.
On Wednesday, my phone went dead, which meant that dad, turned the plan off or removed me from the plan.
I had money that I had access to from a trust set for me from my grandmother on mom's side who lives in Spokane. Quite a bit actually, but I could only use so much and for stuff like basic living expenses, tuition etc. until I turn thirty.
I bought a new smart phone and got a plan.
Texted Dad and said, fuck you asshole and blocked him.
School and cross country went well, I won one event and my times kept building. Shaina took me home to Thanksgiving and Christmas. They lived, her family did, in Happy Valley, Oregon, she had older and younger siblings, three of each gender and her parents were funny and they bought me some nice gifts, sweaters, snow globe. Snow globe was a Christmas scene and there was a picture of their family and I was in the picture from Thanksgiving, which made me cry of course.
Shaina's boy friend was an offensive tackle and ginormous, six foot eight, three hundred and fifty pounds and he picked us both up on shoulders and her parents took a picture. He's a total goofball and they are so much in love. He wants to be a forestry manager and his family owns quite a bit of land and his dad owns a logging company. I met them at Christmas dinner.
I was diving into my major American Literature and had classes on composition (writing) and a Christmas themed story and poem made it into the school's literary website as part of GFU.EDU. Well that somehow made it into the Seattle Times, which led to a call to the school and I was summoned from class to the Admin building and it was my grandmother all excited about my stuff in the Times and why had I turned off my phone.
I said, "Well dad turned off my phone and I've been disowned because Mom fooled around with that black guy, her boss who tried to beat me up. Steffi and Kelli blamed me for that. Kelli has a daughter that nobody told me about and Steffi got married, but I was not invited to the wedding. What's that about grammy, Dad showed me a paternity test that says I was his, why do they all hate me? What have I ever done to deserve this?"
She said, "Do you have a smart phone? What's your number, " I gave it to her and she texted me and my phone pinged.
We said bye.
I was on my way back to the dorm from a Monday warm down work out after a big Saturday meet. I had my ear buds in and my phone rang and it was my grandmother getting back to me
"Hi honey is this a good time to talk, "it was Nanny.
"I'm walking across campus. Just finished a light warm down from this weekend's meet. They're my favorites, gets all the stiffness and lactic acid out."
"Wow you're my little fitness girl, you were the cutest little toddler, chubby with big rosy cheeks."
"Nanny, I'm foot ten and weigh one hundred and twenty five pounds, I have orangish hair and I'm covered with freckles. I have toned abs and a big, huge ass. Which is how I'm able to kick after running four thousand meters. Can we talk about what I asked you? Why I've been disowned by my sisters, dad and well I totally don't want to be near my mom at this point."
There was no initial response. Finally she said, "Well it's complicated and convoluted both. Has anyone mentioned your uncle Richard to you, we called him Dick, gramps and I?"
I was shaking my head no before realizing I had to say something, "Uhh no, nobody said dick about Richard," and chuckled about my pun.