1. I Shouldn't Feel This Way- Chapter 1


    Date: 6/8/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: SweetestSins, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    until a week later that my mother got served with legal documents from Noah’s lawyer. Noah was taking her to court to get custody of me. By the time we sat down at dinner the following evening, the subject of my father had become a trending Twitter hashtag: #DeadbeatDad. “Why the hell is he trying to get custody now, after all these years?” asked Rob, slicing his chargrilled steak with a knife. “It’s pointless if you ask me,” Mom replied, pouring some soda in her cup. “Aria will be eighteen in April. By then she’ll be a legal adult. He’s wasting his time.” She paused. “Although, I’m not surprised. He’s just trying to prove a point, that’s why he’s taking this to trial.” “Well, it wouldn’t be so bad having the kid dumped off at his place for a year,” my stepdad answered with a mouthful of meat. “That’s not funny.” She smacked his arm. “He was only joking, sweetheart,” Mom said, reassuring me with what seemed like a comforting smile. But I knew better. Rob didn’t give a crap about me. “Chances are,” Mom continued, “the judge will rule in our favor due to Noah’s history with drug abuse. So I’m not worried.” She grabbed the tongs and served some salad onto Terry’s plate. I made no commentary and listened. The whole situation had me confused. All I knew was that my thoughts and feelings were important when it came to ruling a decision in the courtroom, and I honestly had no idea what to expect next. ~oOo~ It was a gloomy, Monday afternoon on November 5, 2012, when I stepped ...
    inside New York City Family Court and came face to face with my father. I swear I didn’t even recognize him, but I assumed he was the man with dark curly hair dressed in a blue suit and tie. He was sitting next to his younger looking lawyer. They both stood up and faced us when we walked inside. My father hardly gave me a second glance, while his lawyer just stared at me; he was dressed in a dark gray suit, and had short brown hair that looked freshly cut. I noticed that he had a very masculine jaw, with the most intense blue eyes I had ever seen. There was a flawless symmetry in his face, and he was quite tall, approximately six foot two. For a man of the law, he was extremely handsome and could’ve passed for a model. I felt myself blushing when his eyes followed me to my seat. Why isn’t my father looking at me? From what I could see, he appeared to have not aged so well compared to my mother, and had a bit of a paunch. “Aria, I’m so sorry,” the lawyer said with tears in his eyes, and I couldn’t understand why or make any sense of it. Why would he be sorry? Is he a close friend of my father? I asked myself. “Noah, sit down,” the other man said. “Remember what I advised earlier? You’ll get to talk to your daughter in due time. I promise.” Oh. My. God. The man with the curly hair and potbelly wasn’t my dad. He was the lawyer representing Noah—the youthful man with the ocean eyes. How could I have not recognized him? True, I had never seen a photo of my dad before … but still! Mom ...
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