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Last year had not been the best. Mum and dad split up and I stayed and lived with mum, I was only eighteen and still at college and had no job and couldn't fund my own place, but it seemed having me there cramped mum's style and she was seemingly embarrassed when bringing men back and having me in the house whilst she 'entertained' them and screamed her orgasms through the house.
"Oh dad it is so depressing, why did you guys have to split up?" I said to him as we sat drinking coffee in 'Hot Java' in town. We had not really spoken since the divorce; mum had explained dad wasn't interested in me.
"You know why sweetheart."
"I know, but couldn't she just forgive you and move on? It was just a fling."
"It was more than that sweetheart, my fling was a sort of catharsis, a response to your mum's many affairs. I knew about them, I ignored them, and then eventually, as I was pouring my heart out to Auntie Jean, well, we ended up in bed, and your mum found us."
"Oh? Mum guys never told me any of that. She let me believe it was all you."
"We just kept it simple. We went for a no-fault divorce, you were over eighteen so custody wasn't an issue, and so we didn't expand on anything. She told me that you wanted to live with her."
"Dad that is not fair, mum has made you out to be the bad guy, and all along it was her. I hate her."
"Oh baby, no, don't hate her, she loves you, you know that."
"Dad, stop it. Stop defending her. I don't know anything other than she brings different men home and has loud sex with them in the lounge or your old bedroom."
"Nothing wrong with sex baby, I wouldn't have a beautiful daughter without it."
"Oh God, what if she gets pregnant? I will end up a bloody babysitter while she carries on screwing around. I hate living there."
"Move out then baby."
"And go where dad? I have no money. I have only just finished college, I haven't even managed to get a bloody interview, never mind a job."
"Live with me. It's a two bed flat, as you know, I can tidy away my stuff in the second room and turn it into a bedroom for you. It's small, but you can have it, and when you get a job you can save half of your salary each month until you have enough for a deposit on your own place."
"Really dad? I thought you didn't want me."
"Did you? Why did you think that?"
"Mum said..." And the penny dropped, it had all been lies from mum, and dad was just too nice to counter her. Rather than cause an upset he had just let things flow.
"Don't worry about what mum said sweetheart, I have never stopped loving you Penny, never, not from the day you were born, and I held you in my arms for the first time."
"But won't I cramp your style, you know when you bring your lady friends back?"
"Well, I haven't done that since Auntie Jean, my heart kinda went off all that, so no style to be cramped my love, and it'll be nice to have someone to talk to, to argue about what crap we are going to watch on TV."
"Yes. I mean YES daddy, I would love that, my heart was kind of broken you know, thinking you didn't love me."
"Oh baby, you know I love you."
"Daddy." I felt a lump in my throat and I think my eyes had tears. I was so cross that mum had let me think my dad didn't love me. "I hate her. I need to get out today."
"Well we haven't sorted the room yet. There is no bed."
"I'll sleep on the sofa."
"Okay then, your bad back it is. You are going to have to help sort out your new room. How much stuff have you got?"
"Just my clothes and makeup, oh and my shoes, and a couple, no three, coats. My phone, charger and computer, that is it daddy."
"Will it all fit into the boot of my car?"
"Yes daddy." I didn't know why I had started calling dad daddy. Odd.
"Well, let's go back to mine, take all my crap out of the boot and go and go to you mothers and put all your stuff in instead."
I was so excited, I jumped up and squeezed dad and gave him the biggest hug I could.
"Thank you daddy, thank you."
I followed dad to the car park and then back to his flat. Luckily it was a ground floor flat, basically it was the ground floor of a house, You walked through the front door and then the hall was blocked with two more doors. The one on the left opened outwards onto the stairs for the upstairs flat, the one on the right, opened inwards into the old hallway and then all the rooms of dad's flat went off that. There was a kitchen, bathroom, lounge cum diner room, and two bedrooms, the smaller of which had all dad's junk in it. Dad also had the garden, as his flat was the only way to access it.
We took all the stuff out of dad's boot and put it in the junk room, we could sort it all out later when we turned it into my bedroom. Back at mums, dad wouldn't go inside, I shoved all of my clothes into carrier bags and took them to dad waiting at the door, he put them in the boot. We completely filled his boot, and his back seat too.
"That's me dad. Nothing of mine there anymore."
"Only your mother sweetheart, she lives there, she is still your mum."
"No dad, she lost that privilege when she lied to me about you."
"You need to tell her you have left. Otherwise she will worry baby."
"No she won't. I'll text her."
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and composed a text.
'I have moved out. Penny.'
After I had pressed send I waited a few minutes, no response. Oh well, I was beyond caring any more. She could carry on shagging as loud as she liked from now on.
Back at dads we ferried all of my stuff into what would be my new room.
"Right, whilst you start going through your stuff, I shall go and get some storage boxes." Dad gave a wave and was gone. I looked at all the stuff and, as excited as I was, I was suddenly a bit drained. It was a bit much. I sat on the settee and tried it for size and comfort. It had a recliner function, so, whilst it wasn't flat, I could sleep on it till we got me a bed sorted.
"Come on sleepy head" I heard dad say and he tousled my hair. I had dozed off.
"Sorry dad, it's all a bit much, you know, finding out dad loves me anyway, and moving out."
"I know. Here catch."
He threw something to me, which I caught.
"Flat keys. Yours. You officially live here now. Don't forget to tell your bank and credit cards, doctors, and anyone else that needs to know, college for example if they need to send you anything. Did you get much post at your mum's?
"No daddy, just junk and the occasional thing from the bank. Most stuff is online these days."
"True but they still need your correct address. Right come on, I have got some storage boxes and I have rented a storage unit round the corner. So, your job is to pack everything of mine into boxes, label the boxes on the end and side as to what is in there and seal them up. Let me know when there are six full boxes, because that is all I can fit into the car, then I can take them to the storage place."
"Okay daddy"
A couple of days later I had finished packing all of his stuff into boxes. I was amazed, but it took twenty two boxes, good job he bought a pack of twenty five. And I used up nearly all of the brown packing tape.
The room was empty, apart from my stuff, I moved all my stuff into the lounge and then gave the room as best a clean as I could. I vacuumed several times and cleaned all the skirting boards, window sill and door frames, and then vacuumed again.
I stuck the three left over boxes together on top of each other and tidied my clothes into them as best I could for now, economy shelving.
When daddy came home he looked in and nodded his head. "Good job baby girl, good job," and gave me a hug and a squeeze.
"Let's go to Ikea and get you some bedroom furniture."
I obviously don't go to Ikea very often, oh my goodness what a maze. Arrows shone on the floor showing you the way to go, which was never a straight line. I decided that it was designed so that you had to walk through every part of the store. I think I hated it.
We picked a bed, a standard double, there wasn't really room for a bigger one, and as dad said, "If you have someone stay over, a single is pretty useless." We got a sort of wardrobe with drawers thing, a bedside unit, a lamp and a load of bedding.
It was a real task getting the stuff in the car. We had to put a lot of it on the roof of the car and tie it to the roof rails, and through the wound down windows of the back doors. The back seat was folded down and some stuff hung out the back, dad tied it all in place. I ended up with some things between my legs in the front seat.
"I think it is best to avoid the motorway going home baby girl, I doubt the police will take kindly to how I loaded the car," dad said, "and when we get home we will just get it all inside, it looks like rain, let's get a lick on."
It took about half an hour to get home, and then another forty minutes to empty the car, and as we got the last piece in, the heavens opened and my goodness did it ever rain.
"We'll sort it tomorrow" dad said, I am a bit bushed. You okay on the settee for another night?"
"Yes daddy, I don't think my arms work at the moment."
"Right, UberEats, Chinese?"
"Yes daddy, special Chow Mein please."
Whilst dad sorted out the delivery I poured two glasses of fresh water, gave one to dad, and then went and flopped on the sofa. I was really bushed. I supposed that if I could afford it, I should go to a Gym to get fit, but, well, I didn't really have any money, so, yeah, that was a nonstarter. I needed a job.
The next day we assembled my bedroom. Dad in Jeans and T-shirt, me in T-shirt and skirt. It was a lot of unpacking and part sorting, and then screwing and fixing, but then it was done. Luckily my room being empty to start with made it a bit easier. When we were done there was a mountain of waste carboard and polystyrene packing. Dad and I crammed it all into the car, and whilst he went to the tip, I made my new bed and started to put my clothes away. It nearly all fitted into my combo unit, and what didn't went onto my cardboard box shelves.
I was really quite chuffed, my room looked great, I had all that I needed and I wouldn't have mum moaning at me all the time. Whilst dad was at the tip I did get a text message from mum, 3 days after I left.
'K. wondered where u were'
'Oh Really mum' I thought, it took you three days to notice I had gone and read my text. Didn't ask where I was, nothing. Chapter closed. I suppose I should have been a bit sad, but, well, that ship had sailed.
I was laying on my bed when dad got back.
"Looking sharp baby girl," he said.
