"Mr Williams invited us for dinner..." My dad said not looking at me as he scrambled eggs in the pan.
"And?" I asked and he finally looked at me.
"Don't worry...I told him we can't make it."
"Oh aren't you the perfect dad! And now what?" I snapped.
He just sighed and said nothing. Turned out even pretending to be a dad was too much to ask now. And no matter how I looked at him, I saw a man I didn't know. Brittany's husband. Hudson's dad. But I do have to admit, I was getting good at this twisted game. Masking my emotions was becoming easier these days. I could look at him imagining the worst of things, like slamming a hot pan into his face. But I'd still smile at the thought.
"Uhh...I'll be staying the weekend in Staten island..."
"Dad. You don't have to tell me, it's okay." I said curtly as I took my plate of scrambled eggs and sausages and went upstairs.