Roger came home drunk that night. He had been coughing up blood for two days and he knew that the end was near. Although he had taken fairly good care of himself, there were things he couldn't forsee.
His wife had left him quickly and silently ten years ago and he had never heard from her since. Her not was short and to the point when he came home from work. "I do not love you and I never have. Goodbye, Roger."
He didn't think of her too much these days, but he dreamt of her often.
His children were the only ones who kept him going. Ecco, nineteen, and Dane, sixteen. Although he hated working long hours, his children understood. Ecco had learned many things on her own when her mother left and he felt terrible that he hadn't been there for her. Dane, on the other hand, hadn't changed at all and he took faith that his father would always be there since his mother wasn't.
He had difficulty opening the door, but he managed. He saw dane laying on the floor of the family room. He was there every Sunday night afte watching Nosferatu. Dane figured it annoyed his sister, Ecco, but she loved that film in truth and allowed him a little spite in a normally well behaved repartee between brother and sister.
As Roger tried to climb the stairs, he remembered Ecco was in her room alseep. He had to shush himself on several occasions because he was afraid that he would wake her.
In truth, she was already awake. His car alerting her like it did every time he came home. She was scared. She had never seen her father drunk before, but she knew that was what his problem was. He didn't drink in all the time she could remember so she became frightened. If he had never been drunk at home before, what else would he do?
She had been close to drifting off when there was a knock at her door followed by her father shushing himself again. She pretended she was sleeping, hoping that he would go away. She didn't want to see him that way. When she didn't answer, he opened the door quietly as he could and crept in. He came to her bed and stumbled himself to the floor beside her.
He stared at his beautiful daughter and thought about how much he loved her. He stroked her hair, touched her arm, and thought about how nice she smelled. Like her mother.
He felt his cock stirring as he watched her move sleepily. She turned over to face him fully, lips parted slightly.
She waited for him to leave and pretended to sleep. She could smell the liquor on his breath, his musky cologne drowned by the mask of sour mash whiskey. His hands were so hot on her cool skin. She tingled as he stroked her arm and tugged lightly on her earring.
What was he doing? What did he want? She couldn't figure what he was up to.
"Ecco. Ecco, wake up a bit."
"Mmmm, wha' daddd...."
"Ecco, let me lay next to you for a bit."
"What's wrong daddyyy..."
"Daddy feel a little lonely. You don't mind if he feels better with you, do you?"
"Mmmmmm, whatever makes you happy, dad...goodnight."
Roger took his shirt and jacket off as he flipped off his shoes. He settled into her bed as she moved to the side. He was so hot on her skin, but she didn't dare complain. He put his nose in her hair and sniffed deeply, hoping to hold her scent in his mind forever.
