plans again. It helps me by giving me time to think about what he said and how it relates to me. I’ll have to figure out why I had such a good time tonight with a roomful of strangers when I have no idea if they are rich, or famous, or anything like that. All I knew was their thoughts and expectations about the night. It was fun, there was no pressure or attention on me, and yet I felt like I was a part of the whole group.
We capped the night off with a walk in Piccadilly Circus and then home for some sweet, slow, love making. I drift off to sleep in a state of calm that I don’t remember I have ever felt before.
Chapter 8: I Hate Them All
I’ve been in London a week now. Holiday plans are weighing on my mind, even though they are two months off. Dad’s called me a few times now; I keep waiting until I know he is on a film set or off at golf and leave a message in response to whatever message he leaves me. I know I’m being a coward, but I really want to talk to Jason first, even before I tell my dad about Jason and I because I am not sure how Dad will react to my being in a real relationship. I think the worse thing would be Dad not caring and not reacting at all.
Mom’s calls are easier. She’s been calling about once a month now, and she is happy to do all the talking. I am happy to let her. I’ll tell her about my relationship after I see how Dad reacts.
Jason’s calls are still short and sweet and they are now like my oxygen. One little call and I can get through the next 24 hours with no problem. He is due in later this week. I make an appointment at the spa for a body wrap tomorrow. I plan to sweat any extra pounds out of me and drink cucumber juice all day.
There’s a knock on my door! That can only be Jason or Dad; George would call up before letting anyone else past his door. My heart is beating faster as I hope it is Jason. I rush to the door.
There is Heath. Great.
“Hi Dad. What’s up?”
“We’ve been playing phone tag too long, I figured I would drop over while we are both in town.”
“Come on in,” I kind of give a resigned sigh.
“So what has kept you so busy?”
Always straight to the point. What a pain my parents are. I have nothing to run interference today.
“Nothing today. Spa day tomorrow. Why?”
“I’ve just been worried about you.”
“I’ve been busy. Haven’t you seen the magazines Aldo sent you?”
“Oh, yes. You are doing great. There is big buzz about your career. Your shoots are doing fine. I just mean how are you doing? You know, about how you ended up in the hospital?”
Damn.
“Why the hell do you have to bring crap up every single time we talk? Why can’t you just let me enjoy my life?”
I turn and stomp off to the living room.
Heath follows me, of course.
“You can’t just ignore your problem. I think you need to go to rehab or something. You need to get better.”
“I have been better. You’d know if you weren’t such a busy man. If you ever spent time with me like a real dad. For your information, I haven’t done any drugs in months now. Stone sober. So shove it. Now get the hell out of my house.”
“I pay the rent here, and I want to get to the bottom of this.”
“Bottom of what? I just told you, now leave.” I am screaming
We capped the night off with a walk in Piccadilly Circus and then home for some sweet, slow, love making. I drift off to sleep in a state of calm that I don’t remember I have ever felt before.
Chapter 8: I Hate Them All
I’ve been in London a week now. Holiday plans are weighing on my mind, even though they are two months off. Dad’s called me a few times now; I keep waiting until I know he is on a film set or off at golf and leave a message in response to whatever message he leaves me. I know I’m being a coward, but I really want to talk to Jason first, even before I tell my dad about Jason and I because I am not sure how Dad will react to my being in a real relationship. I think the worse thing would be Dad not caring and not reacting at all.
Mom’s calls are easier. She’s been calling about once a month now, and she is happy to do all the talking. I am happy to let her. I’ll tell her about my relationship after I see how Dad reacts.
Jason’s calls are still short and sweet and they are now like my oxygen. One little call and I can get through the next 24 hours with no problem. He is due in later this week. I make an appointment at the spa for a body wrap tomorrow. I plan to sweat any extra pounds out of me and drink cucumber juice all day.
There’s a knock on my door! That can only be Jason or Dad; George would call up before letting anyone else past his door. My heart is beating faster as I hope it is Jason. I rush to the door.
There is Heath. Great.
“Hi Dad. What’s up?”
“We’ve been playing phone tag too long, I figured I would drop over while we are both in town.”
“Come on in,” I kind of give a resigned sigh.
“So what has kept you so busy?”
Always straight to the point. What a pain my parents are. I have nothing to run interference today.
“Nothing today. Spa day tomorrow. Why?”
“I’ve just been worried about you.”
“I’ve been busy. Haven’t you seen the magazines Aldo sent you?”
“Oh, yes. You are doing great. There is big buzz about your career. Your shoots are doing fine. I just mean how are you doing? You know, about how you ended up in the hospital?”
Damn.
“Why the hell do you have to bring crap up every single time we talk? Why can’t you just let me enjoy my life?”
I turn and stomp off to the living room.
Heath follows me, of course.
“You can’t just ignore your problem. I think you need to go to rehab or something. You need to get better.”
“I have been better. You’d know if you weren’t such a busy man. If you ever spent time with me like a real dad. For your information, I haven’t done any drugs in months now. Stone sober. So shove it. Now get the hell out of my house.”
“I pay the rent here, and I want to get to the bottom of this.”
“Bottom of what? I just told you, now leave.” I am screaming
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