Chapter Two/Three *Untitled*A Chapter by Tsukin Archangel Ello all meet Mr. Volt, Volts....eccentric, over protective father who has no problem asking the awkward questions Volt left a little after that with a wave, heading back to her house for the evening, probably to get more lessons in the art of dropkicking boys who picked on me…her family was definitely an interesting one. Anyway, I placed my glass in the sink and her can in the trash, then went to take a much needed shower. I ran the water and waited for it to get to the perfect temperature, a millimeter away from scolding hot, and stepped in it, letting the water run down my face and into my pores, soaking and burning whatever impurities lay within. After washing my hair I stepped out feeling for a towel and dried myself off before looking in the mirror. My red brown hair was plastered to my ivory skin, and my amber gray eyes stared back at me somewhat lazily. I made a face and walked out the room. “What took you so long?” My older brother Ryan said messing with my wet hair. “Nothing, I felt like looking in the mirror.” “Narcissist.” “Whatever you say,” I brushed my brothers hand away from me and continued down the hall to my room where I’d hopefully get a good nights sleep. … The next morning was the same as usual. Volt pounding on my door, her platinum blonde hair still a little frizzy even though I knew she had probably combed it before walking in here, but as it always did it managed to become slightly crazy by the time she reached me. I handed her my comb and she began to work it back into place, her gold highlights freshly done so they where an even more vibrant gold than usual. “Hmm…I think I’m gonna try a new color when this one fades,” She mused looking at her reflection in her small carry sized mirror, the only feminine styling tool she owned. Volt would never be caught dead holding mascara or eyeliner, let alone put it on. She didn’t need it, and even if she did she wouldn’t care, she was too different to. “Come one, I don’t wanna keep my dad waiting any longer,” She snapped her mirror closed and placed my comb on my dresser before grabbing my arm and yanking me down the hall to the front door. “I wonder what that ‘cool’ thing is gonna be that happens today,” She said to me as she dragged me out the door. “No idea, but I definitely could’ve used some breakfast,” I said slightly annoyed “Bleh, that’s not something you should worry about, what you should worry about is what will happen to us if we’re not in my dads car in the…” she stopped to look at her watch “Thirty seconds.” “You know he’s a stickler about time.” I groaned, “Yeah yeah I know, still it’s not like he’d be hurting me, you’re his daughter” “Don’t remind me.” This was another one of the unspoken rules of our homes: Volt comes here everyday after school, you can drive the two of them to it. It’s one of those things that just sort of happened, and I know my parents are happy about that, means they get more time to hole up in their lab and work. Volt and I got in the car just as Ryan got in his ride to school, a bunch of rowdy, music blasting, hormone raging, horn dogs, also known as the Oceanside High School’s football team. Volt made a face as Ryan whistled at her. “I don’t know how the two of you are related.” She mumbled to herself, probably thinking I couldn’t hear her, then shut the door relinquishing us to twenty minutes of what we call the “Interrogation”, the oh so enjoyable twenty minutes where I get to have Volt’s father, Mr.Volt, who I might add is one of the most fearsome men on the planet, question me on an array of topics, mostly involving what I did when I was utterly alone, what my deepest darkest thoughts were, what was my view of death, and of course my all time favorite, do you find Volt sexually appealing. I know the first time he asked me that one Volt and I very nearly choked on our juices, Volt turning beet red, and me, well I just stammered like an incoherent idiot for the rest of the drive. Now, I started trying to think up the most elaborate answers possible that would either, fill up all of our time, or cause him to sidetrack to a different set of questions. Usually it was the latter. Today started out as it normally did with the typical philosophical questions like What is the meaning of life, What is your purpose, How do u measure your potential, etc. etc. I tried to answer them as deeply as possible but I still left him time to start heading into the yellow zone questions, the ones that got more personal like, How are your parents, Do you talk to your brother much, Does he try to make you look at inappropriate content, What does he say about my girl. Unfortunately, I answered those questions even faster than the green questions leaving him all the time he wanted for his red question of the day. You could feel the tension in the small mini cooper rise as Mr. Volt contemplated his final question carefully. After about a minute of silence he cleared his throat and spoke. “Now son.” I gulped, those where never the words you wanted to hear at the start of a red question. “Do you ever masturbate with the thought of my girl in your head.” Volt’s jaw dropped, “Dad!” “Uhm sir?” I said after a moment, my mind still not grasping the question. “I think you heard me quite clearly.” “…Well…no…sir, I-I don’t,” I said flustered. He nodded approvingly and stopped out in the front of the school. “Well I’ll see you two after school.” “Okay,” we groaned together. At least the Interrogation was only for coming to school.
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