Daddy S Been Lonely Forever P1

Daddy's Been Lonely Forever P1

Copyright Catcher78

Author's Notes: You may not use, copy my stories nor sample from them. The story involves incest, interracial love and lesbian love.

Here are the principal characters:

Darcie Petersen older sister to Dana Petersen by thirty minutes

Dana Petersen

Lora Petersen Darcie and Dana's mother and estranged common law wife to Lamaar Jones

Brenda Jones Mom married her in Ventura County they were porn stars

Lamaar Jones is our Daddy and sister of Brenda Jones

Chapter one:

My name is Darcie Petersen, I'm in my sophomore year at Bishop Blanchette High school in Seattle just north of Green Lake. My sister, twin sister Dana and I flunked first grade school on account of being dyslexic and reading was going well in the public school up on Queen Anne Hill, Coe School. The special education lady from the school district figured out we had dyslexia but we'd flunked the first three quarters. She taught us how to slow down and take our time and we started doing okay, but they made us do it over.

Daddy is a sous chef at a steak house in downtown Seattle on Western Avenue called El Gaucho, he started out in high school being a bus boy, then he washed dishes, then he was a prep cook for vegetables and salads, then he was promoted to being a prep cook for the steaks and chops.

My mom's name is Lora Petersen and she met Daddy when she was working the bar and some of the nice hotels in downtown Seattle, The Hilton Garden Inn, Sheraton Grand, W Hotel and the Arctic Club Hotel. She is white, with red hair and huge breasts and stunningly beautiful. She was in the bar sitting with some guy, a client, saw the police come in and he got up and went to the restroom and disappeared.

The cops were on her like white on rice, Daddy's words stopped the bust as the cops were going to bust her. She was a whore. But Daddy came out of the kitchen and said, "Officer this is my girlfriend, she's just waiting for my shift to finish."

The cop, Daddy and mom all knew Daddy was lying, because mom was late on paying the cop for his protection money and he'd warned her before for being late, but she had a crack habit and as Daddy would say, her mind was addled by crack and dick. That night he brought her to his mama's (Enid) house who lived with an older, retired lady and took care of her. Daddy had a bedroom apartment in the basement with a separate entrance.

Mom and Daddy spent that night together. She left the next morning and went over to Spokane for work and her parents were there and had not seen her since she ran away when she was fifteen, she was there when we were born. That she had two black twins did not sit well with my biological grandfather, but Grandma Enid (Grammy) still loves us.

Gramps kicked her and us out and she brought us back to Daddy's home and he was happy to see us and so was Grammy. I remember Daddy's apartment it was really big and there were hot water radiators and there was a wood burning fire place too. Daddy could make scraps taste good, and we grew up on soups he made of bones from work and chicken thighs both. He'd make the noodles hisself.

Sometimes Steelhead and Salmon pies and pickled salmon too.

We were in the first grade when Miss Jones passed, heart attack was said, we were afraid to ask. Grammy got the house due to the will, but it wasn't a couple of months later mama decided she felt the need to work again. She'd be gone, for days on end and one afternoon just before the bus dropped us off, she came in with one of his clients, down in our apartment.

Grammy could hear them and she called Daddy and told him. Daddy was home 'fore we got home and he had been a really good baseball player when he was younger and he took one of his bats and went into the apartment and hit the guy on his legs, shoulder and arms. He called the police and said an intruder was raping his wife and he'd subdued him (his words).

He got mama's purse and their was a rock pipe and he put the pipe first in the cop's hand, then the cop's pants' pocket, threw all her shit in the bathroom sink and ran hot water over it. He threw her purse in the neighbor's garbage can. Put her shit in the vanity drawer in the bathroom.

She was scared badly by Daddy and when the cop's arrived she stayed with the program that the cop raped her. They called for an AID car and she was taken to Harborview Hospital and they did a rape kit and there was tearing and the cop was booked and ultimately convicted of possession and rape and given a reduced sentence that amounted to time served in jail.

Daddy went to the hardware store after the trial was over and bought new locks for Grammy's home and changed them and the following day, a Saturday, gave my mom five thousand dollars and told her to leave and not come back.

We were holding on to Daddy's legs as she packed her clothes up and her makeup mostly.

She said, "Lamaar can you take me to SeaTac, I'm going to buy a cheap flight somewhere."

I looked at Dana and we were both crying, but no noise.

She came over and got down on her knees in front of us and opened her arms. We flew into her arms and started bawling, hiccupping and pleading with her to stay.

She said, "Daddy's right, I did a stupid, stupid thing and it's not safe for you two for me to be living with you. I will do my utmost to talk with you too. Know that I love you and that your daddy loves you. He's the best, kindest man I've ever known and we made you two gorgeous girls. "

That made us smile. She stood up and walked over to daddy and opened up her arms and gave him a big hug.

She said, "Lamaar, you're the nicest, most kind man I've ever known and as much as I'm capable of loving a man, I do love you. I'm an addict in many, ways. Please don't hate me and love our babies for me."

We went up stairs to be with Grammy and Daddy took her to the airport. We found out years later that she had flown to Spokane then, bought a car and drove to Coeur d'Alene, Idaho and worked in her world and at some point she moved to the Los Angeles area and started making porn movies.

We were nine or ten when grammy passed. She was eighty and turns out she was Daddy's grandmother, he never spoke of his mama. Mrs. Jones had not left Grammy just her house, but all kinds of money. Banks everywhere and property too. Daddy kept on working for a while until the owners could find someone to take his place.

Dana and I were lost without Grammy and went into a tail spin.

He was known in the restaurant community and began to be deluged with investment proposals to either buy an existing restaurant or invest in one. We left Coe School and started attending St. Anne's a Catholic Church just off of Galer and on Second West. There was a K through eight boys and girl's school. Some of the teachers were nuns but most were not. We helped with the little kids during weekday morning mass, with kindergarteners and pre-school kids. They were so full of love and would crawl all over us when we read to them. I was starting to dream of being a mom.

Dana and I shared a room we still finished each other's sentences. We liked corn cakes, sliced bananas, bacon or sausage and sometimes both. I liked plain yogurt, Greek or Lebanese style, she did too, but liked blueberries with her.

She said, "Darcie."

I turned and looked at her, we were sitting on my bed, checking our Ig accounts.

She was crying, tears pouring down her face. Instantly I was hugging her. She cried even harder and I felt something had happened and she was embarrassed to tell me and she had not shared with me. For me it felt like part of me had died already and I felt my arms let go of her and I was on the floor, sitting with my knees up against my chest, my arms wrapped around my legs, holding them against my chest and I was rocking and moaning.

She said, "I told Grammy..."

This made it even worse, like a betrayal. I stood up and said, "That was the wrong thing to say."

I stood up and ran downstairs. Daddy had given me Gramps' old half ton pickup, a Chevy, with a straight six and three speed on the tree. It was simple and had a couple rust spots on the fenders, that Daddy and I sanded out and put some body putty on and sprayed it to cover it up where it had rusted. I kind of liked that look, but hadn't given up repainting it, yet. It was sky blue with white trim.

I drove over to Freemont and went to a diner on Stone Way, just off of Thirty Ninth street. The huge mug of dark coffee, buckwheat pancakes and two eggs and bacon were enough to feed me for two days. I poured blackberry syrup over everything, broke the yolks and looked up her facebook account and it said she was in a relationship, we were going to Bishop Blanchette for our sophomore year and we were eighteen and it was one our teachers at St. Anne's.

I looked at HER page and she had three kids and was divorced and she proclaimed her love for Dana. This felt like she'd been talking to our mother. Sure enough, she and her wife were Dana's friends. So she had talked to all these people for a long, long time, but not me.

You'd have to be a twin, to feel the abandonment and when did Grammy betray me too, probably dad too. I unfriended her on both fb & ig. I got on mama's fb account, for me I had not talked with here since I was ten. I was not her friend and I direct messaged her and said, "haven't you ruined your family enough? Is she doing lesbian porn with you too? I blocked her.

I haven't been on a date ever and she was in this full blown relationship and talking about getting married to a woman, a thirty five year old woman. The pancakes were causing my stomach to growl, so I ate some more and the bacon and coffee were perfect.

The waitress came over and filled my coffee. Dana and I always came here, so she asked, "Where is Dana? I've never seen you without her."

"She came out to me this morning. She's having an affair with a thirty five year old divorcee with kids. With twins you don't keep secrets and I can only guess but, with just some simple looks at her fb and ig accounts hundreds of people know and have known for a very long time. I don't care if she's queer, but I don't know about the whole twin sister shit anymore."

"If she needed me and loved me, I would have been first. That's how it's always been with us. She broke that."

"Are you straight?"

"Yes, I've never been on a date, I go to mass three times a week. I sing in choir at school. My mom was a crack whore who left us when we were six or so and is now a porn star and she knows for fuck sakes."

Then my phone rang and I didn't know who it was. I answered it and it was Dana's lover.

"Darcie, Dana never meant to hurt you."

I said, "For fuck sakes you predator, when did this start? When we were in your sixth grade class? Literally hundreds of people know, hundreds. You won't get any of her money, bitch."

Apparently we were on speaker phone and Dana screamed, "I'm sorry Darcy."

I said, "You should have just stabbed me, I wish I was dead, in some ways I have died. This is worse than when mom abandoned us and by the way great job reconnecting with her again, are you going to shoot porn with her? Are you on crack too?"

I hung up and blocked her lover's phone number.

I got a Styrofoam box to take the rest of my breakfast home. Sure enough it was Daddy calling me. I was in my truck and the engine was on, so I turned it off the engine.

I answered the phone and said, "S'up Daddy?"

"Don't you think you were way over the top saying all that shit to Dana? Do you hate gay people?"

I didn't answer for a second and said, "Are you still there Darcie?"

"I was thinking of the right responses. Short answer, "No I wasn't too hard on her. You don't get the whole twins thing. She knows what she did and she's told hundreds of people, for years now. She's dead to me, I don't give a fuck if she were gay or straight and that is insulting. By the way you know her and mom are close now. I have not talked to her in over ten years. Are you reconciling with her and her lesbian wife?"

"I'm your father, don't talk to me like that."

I said, "I was your daughter, I now know where I stand with you and Dana. I'm not coming home, maybe not ever. Take care."

I hung up and turned off my phone.

I am eighteen, I am five foot ten and weigh one hundred and thirty pounds, I'm a sophomore and play tennis for my school. I'm left handed and my first percentage is one of the best in the state and I have a very firm (fast) serve. I am fast and can get to the net as fast any girl my age.

I've had the chance to go to tennis camps the past two years and have been offered sponsorship through some people in the Seattle Tennis Club, but practicing my service would wear down some of my anxiety. I had two bags full of old tennis balls, so I drove up by the old high school. Next to station eight the fire station are public tennis courts.

At first I stretched, then I ran up and down the street and I was loose. When you hit a first ball service, you bend at the hip twisting towards my left arm and my right hand, reaches up to the heavens flinging the ball upwards, just as I unleash my legs leaping as I as I can with my racket head near my knees and strike the ball at the apex of my leap.

My standing jump was thirty five inches. At the Seattle Tennis Club my best timed serve was one hundred and twenty six miles an hour. Dana did not play sports.

I was not hitting the ball as hard as I could, rather I was trying to get as consistent as I could in all of my movements. Still I was over one hundred. I centered my breathing, kind of a Zen thing, I broke it down into four steps, with the last step being where I struck the ball. I hummed the first three and then grunted. I stopped at eighty or so serves to drink some water and wipe my face and arms. There were twenty people watching me that I had not noticed given my focus. I picked my bags up and gathered the balls and then picked all my rackets and towels up.

I walked over to my pickup and rolled down the window and picked up my leftover breakfast and slowly ate it. I felt better, but I wanted to talk to someone. St. Anne's was five minutes away. I couldn't go to confession until Saturday afternoon. There might be someone at the school getting ready for the new year, or one of the nuns at the convent.

I drove down there and parked outside the ancient school, which was built in the early twentieth century. I locked up the truck, and walked up to the front doors and they were open. I came in and walked up the short stairs and my steps echo in the building. The principal was in her office so I knocked on her door.

She looked up from her laptop. Seeing me, she smiled and waved me in. She gave me a big hug and then I totally lost it, weeping. Mrs. Johnson was a tiny woman in her mid-fifties and married with college aged kids. I finally stopped crying and she asked what was wrong. So I related the whole saga again. She asked me if she could ask Sister Mary who ran Holy Names in to talk with me. I said, "Sure."

She called her. A few minutes later, she came in, a frail looking older woman in a grey slacks. Nuns didn't wear their traditional habit any more.

I retold her everything that had happened and emphasized the whole twins-sense. I noted the teacher from here, that we both had had, my mom's sordid world and how my dad had saved her.

She said, "Darcie does your dad have any romantic interests, someone he goes out with?"

"Sister, not that I'm aware of, until he came into a bunch of money, he worked dinner shifts at El Gaucho and with waitresses and customers I always thought what he did happened from that group."

"Has he ever touched you inappropriately?"

I said, "No, not ever."

Then I was chilled to my core and I started retching, throwing up, everywhere. It hurt my stomach and ribs and I felt like I was cramping. I was not sure when the paramedics arrived, I was given a shot that relaxed me. I did not lose consciousness. I was sitting up.

I asked for some water and drank some then stood up and said, "I need to go rinse my mouth out and I'll be right back."

The implications of their questions were that Dana had been abused by our dad. I almost certainly had to find somewhere else to live.

I came back and said, "I have to find somewhere else to live. I am eighteen, but I'm only a sophomore. The turmoil in our home plus we flunked the first grade due to dyslexia. I could join the Women's Tennis Association now, but I need an agent and sponsor which I think I can get from the Seattle Tennis Club. The sponsorship will allow me to hire a full time coach."

Sister Mary said, "I might be able to help there, too."

"Sister, I'm a virgin, he's never touched me. Nobody has. Dana protected me. I feel so bad for her."

"Should we call the police?"

"She has to make that decision, Darcy."

"I have to find somewhere to stay, during this time frame and I need to get my clothes and stuff and I need someone to come with me to protect me from him."

Mrs. Johnson said, "My husband is a policeman and he's off today, he will help you and protect you. Let me call him."

She called him and said, "He'll be here in ten minutes."

"Where do I go?"

Mrs. Johnson said, "My kids are in college and two of them are now doing summer internships, you have a choice in rooms."

I was impressed with her husband, a really big man, and he was wearing his Seattle Police Department uniform and he was a Sergeant.

He asked me, "What do you have to get?"

"Clothes mostly and a laptop. Some of my tennis stuff too. I have a Chevy pickup I can drive, the house is on Fourth West down my Seattle Pacific."

I thanked Mrs. Johnson and Sister Mary.

Sister Mary said, "Could you come up here tomorrow, I will have some more information for you."

"Okay Sister."

I went out to my pickup and unlocked the passenger door. I started her up and dumped the gear shift which was on the steering column into reverse and backed out and then into first. I turned right on Galer and then left on Queen Anne Avenue, then left on McGraw and a slight right onto McGraw Place then right on Fourth West and down the hill to my Daddy's place. I parked on the street on the wrong side of the street.

Up the stairs we went and upon reaching the porch Daddy opened the door and advanced towards me say, "I don't know who you think you are young lady, "reaching for me and Sergeant Johnson grabbed his wrist.

"Stand down Mr. Jones. She is eighteen and is picking up clothes. I am a Sergeant with the Seattle Police Department."

I scooted past him and down to the basement and put all my clothes and shoes into a laundry bag and got both of my laptops. It took me five minutes.

"Where are you going Darcie?"

"Somewhere I'm safe from you. How could you do that to Dana? You are dead to me."

I stared at him and he turned and went inside closing the door. Sergeant Johnson patted my shoulder and down the stairs we went. He said, "We live on Fifth West and Garfield.

He said, "Do you like doughnuts?"

"How about apple fritters?"

"Yes to both!"

"Top Pot Doughnuts at Fifth West and Galer."

"Coffee?"

"Black please."

Once we got there I grabbed my stuff and we went inside, he said "Go upstairs and pick from the bedrooms to the left."

The room was clean and there was a double bed and forty eight inch screen on the wall. I turned on my phone and unblocked Dana and texted her and said, 'I'm so sorry, thanks for protecting me, I'm unworthy of your love. I am safe staying at Mrs. Johnson's house."

Her response was instant, 'I love you forever Darcie, I'm glad your safe. Can we meet and talk?'

I responded, 'This afternoon, three, where?'

'Darcie I am queer, always have been, are we okay with that?'

I typed back, 'Of course."