Call me father……………..

When Andrea found out that she wasn’t really his daughter, she knew exactly what she had to do. Ignore it, as it didn’t matter.
All her life he had been there. Seen her through her first bike ride, a broken arm, school, boyfriend breakup, driving test, exams, job interview. He had never failed her, not once.
And now this ‘person’ has come swanning into her life stating he was her father and he had rights.
He had rights alright…….. to butt out and go back from whence he had come.

Her mother had died years before, so it was just her and her Dad and she could talk to him about anything.
‘Ah, I wondered when he’d show up. What do you want to do? You’re getting married in a few weeks. Do you want him to give you away?’
Andrea looked at him in disbelief.
‘Are you crazy?’ she said. ‘ I don’t even want him there, but I have a plan if you’ll help me.’

A week before the wedding, she presented her ‘father’ with an envelope. Inside was a letter on the headed stationery of one of the most renown legal firms in the county.
‘What’s this?’ he demanded.
‘It’s all legal and above board. It’s a bill for the alimony you never gave my mother, costs towards my education and college fees, my healthcare as a minor, and most importantly, your contribution to the wedding.’
‘I haven’t got this kind of money! What do you think you’re playing at? You’re marrying into a wealthy family, it’s only right that I should be looked after in my old age!’
‘Old age? What are you, 46? You were only 15 when you contributed to my conception as my mother put it, then you disappeared with that work shy father of yours without so much as a goodbye. There is a page 2 though if you’re interested.’
He rustled the paper and continued reading.
‘Sign that, and you’re off the hook……. for all of it, but the catch is you disappear from my life, like FOREVER, and don’t ever try to contact me or my family again.  If not, my lawyers will sue you for every penny listed, interest and costs.’
Her Dad worked for the firm as a consultant and they had been most accommodating but this slimeball wasn’t to know that.

‘What’s that? Ah, you want a pen…………..’

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

When Andrea found out that she wasn’t really his daughter, she knew exactly what she had to do.

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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20 Responses to Call me father……………..

  1. Your story made me laugh, Di.

  2. Carol anne says:

    That was great Di 🙂

  3. Nope, Not Pam says:

    Bit sad 😞

  4. John Holton says:

    This was a great idea!

  5. murisopsis says:

    Wonderful! She and her real father (as opposed to the sperm donor) were crafty and effective!

  6. Fandango says:

    A really great take on the prompt. She really took care of that interloping “father,” didn’t she?

  7. glyn40wilton says:

    …and then he can stick that pen where the sun don’t shine 🙂

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