Unanswered Questions

You jolt up on your couch, sitting up with a start. As you turn, you find that Logan is out cold on your floor, a half-empty 2 liter bottle of Pepsi in his arms. Chuckling at the sight, you prod him a few times and get a snarl, as if awakening a beast from its hibernation.

"Logan...Logan get up. It's already..." You stop, turning to look at the clock. The world looks more...out of focus, than it usually is, so it takes you a few moments to recognize the hands of the clock.

"Logan, it's already past eleven..." You gently shove him again, and he sleepily rolls to the other side, the thudding of plastic onto the hard wooden floors of your home helping in waking yourself up.

As you look around the room, you see there is surprisingly not as much trash as before, only an empty pizza box and a package of cookies opened with one entire row missing.

Seeing as your friend is not getting up, you begin to wander over to the kitchen when your phone begins to ring. When you go to check it, your heart begins to sink at the caller I.D. - it's your mother. Or at least, your latest "mother". Sighing, you answer the phone.

"Hello, Trisha...why the sudden call?"

"Oh, hiya sweetie~. Me and your father~" she cuts herself off with a sudden moan releasing from her lips. "Me and your father came across another windfall and decided to send you some more money...knowing you, you'll probably need it by now if you are ANYTHING like your father~" She says, giggling.

"How much, exactly, is being sent?" You ask nervously, knowing that depending on the amount-

"Oh, you know, just a couple hundred thousand, considering it's, like, not much of a dent to us!" She says cheerily.

Knowing that depending on the amount, they might want to get rid of you for a while. Your parents had a nasty habit like this...or more specifically, your dad did.

Your father was always successful, a business man who seemed to always win in the end. It felt unreal at times how often he would succeed in life, and his business mentality reflected in his lifestyle. The man did not talk to anyone other than whomever his wife, girlfriend or fling is at the time, and any children he had were "raised" until he could ditch them and simply provide enough money for them to live on their own and ignore them.

You had the "pleasure", though of being his firstborn son, having been conceived while your father was only nineteen, and was kept within the family as a "token of gratitude" as your father would always put it. While your other sisters would be basically cut off without any support, you were constantly being groomed to take over the family business when and if the man ever died, until you simply decided one day to tell him no. When that happened, you had seen him smile for the first time since you weren't even in schooling and he wished you luck in your life before leaving you behind with this house and a lump sum of money for you to use freely.

"Hey~, are you, like, even listening?" Trisha asks, removing you from your own thoughts with a giggle. You can picture that bubbly grin of hers on her face right now and it makes you wonder how Trisha ever got out of high school.

"Sorry, was lost in thought. What were you saying, Trisha?" You ask.

"Your father~ told me to, like, tell you that...that uh..." Trisha trails off for a few moments, before the dim lightbulb sparks to life once more in her mind. "He told me to tell you that, like, now that you're out of high school, you can come and join him in the business if you want?" Trisha finishes, before giggling once more.

"Oh yea, and like, congrats on finishing high school!" Trisha beams, before continuing, "Anyways, me and your father~ got like, some business thingie to take care of? TTYL, bye!" She cheers before hanging up on you, and you feel yourself shaking slightly.

Your father is just paying you off to stay out of his life again...but honestly? You don't mind that. You're not shaking out of anger, but more out of the thoughts that are racing through your head regarding what you should do with the money?