Author: loremfuckinipsum

In Over My Head, Part 4: Fucking My New Step-Mom [mF][dark]

This is a work of fiction.

I'm writing this down because I don't know what else to do. My grades have gone down the tubes, my college plans are looking iffy, and I've started cutting myself. I want to tell someone but I'm too scared – it could destroy my family and leave us in a national media circus. I'm hoping that writing this down will help; I'll probably just burn it but at least I'll kinda get it out.

“We’re getting married!”

Dad and Caroline told me at a holiday dinner, just the three of us. Dad beamed with joy, and Caroline put her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek.

“Congratulations,” I said, managing a beaming smile. “I’d been wondering when you’d get around to it, Dad.” Read more »

In Over My Head, Part 3: Things Get Twisted [mF][oral][nc]

This is a work of fiction.

I'm writing this down because I don't know what else to do. My grades have gone down the tubes, my college plans are looking iffy, and I've started cutting myself. I want to tell someone but I'm too scared – it could destroy my family and leave us in a national media circus. I'm hoping that writing this down will help; I'll probably just burn it but at least I'll kinda get it out.

Part 3

After that memorable dinner, things seemed to quiet down for a while. Things were clearly getting more serious between my Dad and Caroline, but they seemed to be doing their hook-ups away from the house, probably because of my Dad's concern for me.

I didn't know how grateful I should have been for that.

Then one day a few months later Dad came to talk to me on one of the few days he was home at dinnertime.

"David, I've given Caroline a key to the house. I thought you should know."

"Uh…ok." Read more »

In Over My Head, Part 2: Dad’s New Girlfriend [mF][tease][voy][mast]

This is a work of fiction.

I'm writing this down because I don't know what else to do. My grades have gone down the tubes, my college plans are looking iffy, and I've started cutting myself. I want to tell someone but I'm too scared – it could destroy my family and leave us in a national media circus. I'm hoping that writing this down will help; I'll probably just burn it but at least I'll kinda get it out.

Part 2

I remember when I first realized what was happening. Things had been a bit weird with Dad for a few weeks – he was on call and working late a lot more than normal, and was in much better spirits than I'd seen him in for years. At the time, I'd taken this in and accepted it with the self-centeredness of youth, never wondering about the cause.

Then one day he came home early, while I was still eating dinner, and sat down across from me with a half-smile on his face. Dad was a former Army doctor who now worked in the University hospital downtown. He was 6'3" and a steady 220 pounds for years, though every year the muscle-to-fat ratio dropped a bit, with lighter brown hair than mine and grey eyes to my green. Read more »

In Over My Head, Part 1: Watching My Neighbor [mF][voy][mast]

This is a work of fiction.

I'm writing this down because I don't know what else to do. My grades have gone down the tubes, my college plans are looking iffy, and I've started cutting myself. I want to tell someone but I'm too scared – it could destroy my family and leave us in a national media circus. I'm hoping that writing this down will help; I'll probably just burn it but at least I'll kinda get it out.

Part 1

It started when I was 15. It had been just Dad and me since Mom died of leukemia when I was 5. Dad's a doctor, and I could tell even through my own pain how hard that was for him. I was just a little kid – it hit me hard, but I bounced back pretty quickly. Dad had troubles for…well, since then, I guess. He started drinking for a few years, but he'd gotten sober again when I was 10. He says he started to see me look like him and didn't want me to follow down his path. He dried out and was doing a lot better, but not like before. But the antidepressants helped and things had settled in to a normal routine. Read more »