Change Short Story (May Not Be Appropriate for School)
Once done its done – change is forever 1/09/2010
The innocent teenage girl observed her surroundings from the stool upon which she sat. Luckily, her plump behind provided cushioning against the hard restaurant chair. She observed her father who was in obvious pain, fighting for a more comfortable position on his stool. Unlike his little angel, he did not have the luxury of a few extra layers of fat to provide the illusion of a softer seat. He let out a gasp, barely audible. He must have pinched a nerve. He smiled in vain attempting to hide the pain and discomfort as the pretty ladies with their feminine dresses walked by. Everybody inside the restaurant was cheerful, chatting and giggling. A joyous young couple rushed by towards the door. She assumed they were running late for a movie and hoped that they would arrive on time.
The girl drummed her fingers against the table, impatient and hungry. Her father had promised her that the food would arrive soon. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a young lady begin to stand up from the floor next to her table.
“What were you doing down there, Miss” the young girl inquired.
“Just um… dropped my wallet, sweetie.” Was the sweet ladys reply.
A dark shadow suddenly loomed over the chubby girl. She shifted her gaze for a better view of the figure standing before her. There stood a grotesque man. She jumped instinctively on account of self preservation at the monstrosity of this man, dropping her fork in the process. A scar ran down the length of his right cheek. An oozing stench emanated from his stained clothing. She wrinkled her nose and averted her eyes as the beast shook her fathers hand.
The girl quickly bent down to pick her fork up from underneath the table, where she came across the most disturbing sight she had ever seen. A sight which would change her perspective on everything. Her fathers fly was undone and his penis was partially visible. She shut her eyes, grabbed her fork and came back up to the table. Her father began shuffling with his pants beneath the table, glancing discretely across to his daughter for any signs indicating that she had seen his manhood. She gave him nothing.
“Old class-mate from High School”, her father explained after the man had left and he was convinced that she had seen nothing.
Her mind began working in overdrive, turning the nights events over and over, slowly uncovering the repulsive facts of the nature of her old man. She took another look around at her surroundings. The giggling and cheerful people were no more. She saw a bunch of shit-faced imbeciles competing with each other for attention and sex. The pretty young ladies dressed in their feminine dresses were suddenly drunk sluts out on the prowl for dick. She realised that the couple rushing towards the door were in-fact strangers, rushing to a cheap motel to fuck each other senseless.
However, one thing stood out above all else. Above all other disturbing discoveries that she had made so far. Her father, the man who, up until that abhorrent moment, she had idolised, had not squirmed in his seat because his stool was too hard. He had not gasped in pain, but in delight. The sweet lady looking for her wallet was a degenerate whore who had performed fellatio on the young girls father while she sat barely a meter away. The young girl felt her stomach churn. The thought of the nights events overcame her with nausea, causing her to regurgitate her bodily fluids over the table and collapse onto the floor. Her father jumped up off his chair to help her up, allowing a clear plastic bag to be dislodged from his pocket in the process. Even in her current, light headed state, she recognised the white powder contained inside the plastic baggie. Cocaine. A present from the monstrosity, most likely. Once done its done – change is forever. The corrupted woman would never again be an innocent child.