like father, like son (Pt. 4)

   I honestly don't think this is working out. Tell me why is my own father offering me to [redacted] with him? Not even a thousand dubloons will make me want to [redacted].

"I'll supply you with drugs once a month, on the day we [redacted]." He said. What he fucking said. It's because I look so much like my mother he said. He's been missing her ever since she left him cus she doesn't want me to get caught between soap opera type of family drama from my father's side, he said. 

What

the 

fuck.

"I'll also pay your college tuition. And money for your wants and needs. Anything. Just, please..."

... 

"... I don't want to force you or anything. Think about it carefully. It's your choice. Meet up with me once a month, or we can end this here. I'll still pay for your college though, if you do refuse."

Ah. 

Whatever should I do.

Whatever should a 23 year old college attending boy with several part time jobs do. 

"I... I need time to think about this." 

Why would you even think about ittt?! 

I went back home for today. I'm still a little confused, thanks to the cookies and insane information intake earlier. I don't think this is right. Hell, it IS not right! I guess I was a gold digging whore this whole time. Or a crackhead. What was it that sparked an interest in my heart to consider [redacted] at all? Am I really that lonely? 

In the bathroom, I take off my glasses and wash my face. I look at the mirror. I inherited his eyes. Was it this? Was it the way he looked at me? Was it the way his eyes stare right into my soul and sending shivers down my spine? 

Am I the freak? Or is it him? Is it us both? That would make sense, he's my father and I'm his son. Even though we never even met each other, let alone knew the other ones existence. 

There's so many questions popping up one after another... and I think, there's only one solution. 

I fear that the cookie earlier did irreversible damage to my brain.