Alright Jac (750 Words)
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Alright Jac (750 Words)

by Corny1974 3 min read 4.3 (28,000 views)
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750 Word Project 2025

, below this line are exactly 750 words. Β©Corny1974

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My son, Jack, had been an easy child. I expected that he would hit puberty and tempers would fray. It didn't happen. You have to parent your child rather than be their friend. Yet, I tried to do both with Jack. He was never embarrassed to spend time with me. We were best mates.

That's why it was a shock that eighteen-year-old Jack stopped talking to us just before starting university. Was this teenage rebellion, or was he trying to make the transition easier before he left home?

It was hard. I missed our chats and the time we spent together. Now, communication was a slammed door or a grunt. I tried to give him space.

Sometimes, his mum, Siobhan, was jealous of our closeness, "He can't be your little pal forever. He's a man now; we're both surplus to requirements. Get used to it -- like I had to when he always ran to you."

There was no escaping the bitterness in her voice. She, too, had moved away from me in recent months. Despite the two most important people in my life still being close, I was lonely at home.

It came to a head when we went to buy the things on Jack's university list. He couldn't avoid me then, as I was paying. He stayed silent in the car, which angered me. I didn't deserve this; I had been a good dad to him. I pulled the car over.

"Right, Jack, what have I done? Suddenly, we're enemies? Whatever it is, give me a chance to sort it out."

"You know what you've done--you both do--and it makes me sick every time I look at you. You've always been my hero; now you disgust me."

"Jack, whatever you think I've done, talk to me. I don't expect to be your hero forever, but I would like us to be friends again."

"Why would I want to be friends with a pervert? It's bad enough being related to them?"

I was stunned. Apart from some vanilla, if satisfying, sex with Siobhan, supplemented with occasional porn use, I couldn't think why he thought that.

"Why am I a pervert?"

"Because you get off on it, that's why. You're sick."

"Jack, it's normal to have a healthy sex life within a committed relationship."

"Not if you involve someone else. It's disgusting."

"What are you talking about? There is no one else involved."

"I saw her with him. Doing it. She thought I had a tennis lesson, but it was cancelled. I heard them before I saw them. His hairy arse bouncing on top of her. I said I would tell you, but she said you knew, you encouraged it, it was your kink, you got off on it."

Looking at the horror on my face as a tear fell, he stopped. "You didn't know, did you? I'm sorry, Dad. I believed her lies. I felt like nothing was real. That I didn't even know you, I should have trusted that you would never let me down."

"Who was he?"

"Uncle Darren. He said you'd been sharing mum for years since he divorced Auntie Sue."

Ten years Siobhan had been shagging my brother? She ruined our marriage sleeping with my only sibling, but she almost ruined my relationship with my son. Bitch.

"What are you going to do, Dad?"

"Go see Granny, of course."

Mum was a formidable businesswoman, raising us alone after Dad ran off with some tart. She hated cheaters with a passion.

When her beloved only grandson finished his tale, I thought she might explode with rage. After comforting us, she called her solicitor. Darren worked for her, and she arranged to terminate his contract and cut him out of her will. Her firm owned our house,

"I presume you won't stay after what's happened?"

The For Sale sign was already on the lawn when we went home to collect some clothes. Siobhan was in tears, "Your Mum is selling the house. What will we do?"

"Well, I presume that you're going to live with Darren? We're going to Mum's."

"No, I want you. Darren means nothing."

"Pity, we don't want you."

As we drove away, we heard her wailing.

"Are you OK, Dad?"

"Hey, I have the worst brother and wife but the best son and mum, so I'll be alright, Jack."

I was alright too, well, after I'd given Darren a beating down a dark alley. I couldn't leave everything to Mum, could I?

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