Who’s Your Daddy?
With Alyson and Amanda Michalka
Written by TPG
CODES: MFF, rel, rim, inc
DISCLAIMER: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
It was late in the afternoon as Alyson Michalka dragged her little sister up the stairs to their father’s apartment complex in Los Angeles.
“Really?” AJ whined. “Do we really have to see him?”
“Come on, AJ!” Alyson urged, as she pulled her sister by the arm.
“What’s the difference anyway?” Amanda added. “He’s not going to care if we come over or not. He’s never cared. We’d never hear from him if we didn’t make the extra effort.”
“But it’s your birthday tomorrow, and we only need to see him on special occasions. This is one of them.”
“Yeah whatever,” AJ said while rolling her eyes.
“Stop being a baby,” Alyson snapped. “Let’s just see him this one last time and get it over and done with.”
“Ugh! Whatever! This sucks.”
Amanda shoved her hands into the pockets of her hooded sweater while she tongued her cheek and looked annoyed.
A muffled voice from inside the apartment soon called out “Just a minute!” before the locks on the door clicked and the door swung open. The blonde sisters immediately raised their eyebrows as they gazed upon their estranged father.
“Hey there little ladies,” Mark stammered with an unusual smile on his face.
He stood there in the doorway wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, clutching a bottle of beer. In his drunken state his hand briefly slipped off the door and he caught it again.
He was obviously drunk, and it showed in his glazed eyes and somewhat blank expression.
“Won’t you come in,” he slurred. “Please, make yourselves at home.”
“Hey there Mark,” Alyson grimaced, still refusing to call him dad. “You look um… well.”
As Mark backed away and held the door open for his daughters, Alyson glanced at her father’s body and noted how particularly fit and muscular he was.
She had to admit, he was in pretty good shape for a forty-year-old man. Too bad he was so irresponsible and immature. Unlike her sister, Amanda was hesitant to enter.
She looked at the grinning man before her and smirked shyly. She was embarrassed for him, and couldn’t believe they were related. As she stood there for a moment, she looked back over her shoulder towards the car. But she didn’t have the keys.
“Well?” Mark grinned. “Are you coming inside or what?”
Amanda rolled her eyes again before she followed her sister into the apartment. Mark busied himself with the locks on the door before he took a great big swig from his beer and turned towards his two doting daughters on the sofa.
His home consisted of a modest one bedroom apartment, which incidentally looked as though it hadn’t been cleaned in weeks. There were papers strewn all over the floor, dirty laundry piled up high, and dishes everywhere.
Mark sat on the love seat that was adjacent to the couch to chat to the girls.
“Well then,” he said as he exhaled deeply. “What are you two selling today?”
“Um, maybe you should drink some water.” Alyson suggested, pointing to his beer.
“You know what?” he began, “You’re absolutely right! I think I’ve had a little too much to drink today. Give me a second.”
With that said, he clumsily stood and wandered into the kitchen as AJ immediately leaned over to her sister.
“What the fuck are we doing here, Aly?” she whispered. “We should go.”
“We’re visiting our father and that’s final!” Alyson replied sternly. “Just tough it out, okay?”
“He’s not even going to remember this visit.” Amanda claimed. “He’s drunk off his ass again.”
“Just relax. We’ll be gone before you know it.”
“I don’t want to relax! I could be at the movie theater making-out with Ben right now. But no, you drag me here without telling me and now I’m stuck here with you…and him!”
“Shush! He’ll hear you.”
“I don’t care!” AJ snapped. “He’s a drunk. Always has been. And drunks don’t care either.”
Mark wandered back into the room smiling widely.
“Here we go. I got myself some H2O!” he claimed, but he didn’t appear to have a glass of water.
Instead he had another beer in his hands to which he took a big swig and made a loud “Ahh!” sound. Frustrated, Alyson stood up and walked over to her belligerent father and grabbed hold of the beer and pulled it away from him.
“Hey!” Mark snapped. “Come on sweetheart!”
“Come on nothing! You’re drunk off your ass again! Why’d you get drunk when you knew the two of us were coming over?”
Mark glared at his eldest daughter for what seemed like an age before he finally responded.
“Err, I don’t know. I guess I was thirsty?” he said before he suddenly turned his attention to Amanda.
“So sweet-pea, how are you doing today?” he remarked, changing the subject.
Amanda simply responded indifferently and shrugged her shoulders as her father moved to sit down next to her on the couch and threw his arm around her.
He pulled her tight to him, giving her a great big hug as she blushed with shame and grimaced at the strong scent of alcohol on his breath.
“I’m so glad to see you AJ.” he slurred. “You look so pretty today.”
Amanda giggled to this comment, considering she was casually clad in nothing more than her gym attire which mainly consisted of tight black leggings and a hooded sweater.
As he continued to playfully embrace her, she tried to break free of her father’s grasp and faked a little laugh.
“Err. Yeah thanks dad.”
Watching them carry on the sofa, Alyson turned towards the kitchen and almost shrieked aloud with shock at the state of the place. The kitchen was in such disarray that she could barely find the sink under all that junk.
“I’m going to throw this away and get you some water.” she announced, when Mark suddenly snapped.
“No! Don’t you dare!” he affirmed from the sofa, once again illustrating just how erratic he really was.
One moment he was happy and playful and the very next he was angry and petulant. Alyson stopped and turned.
“That’s a waste of money.” he claimed.
“Well what do you expect me to do with it?” she said in a somewhat scolding tone, in many ways imitating her mother. “You already opened it.”
Mark sat there contemplating her question for a moment before he replied, “Drink it. You’re old enough now.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Alyson replied as she turned towards the kitchen again.
Suddenly, Mark started sobbing uncontrollably which startled both of the sisters.
“Jesus Christ Alyson,” his voice cracked as he put his face in his hands.
Shocked by these sudden turn of events, Amanda glared at her older sister and inched away a bit as she kept her hands in her lap and watched her father seemingly brake down beside her.
“WTF?” Amanda mouthed.
“I just wanted to spend some quality time with my girls.” he claimed.
“Mark? Mark!” Alyson exclaimed. “Stop it. Stop this.”
“I can’t help it! I just wanted today to go smoothly.” he confessed. “I just wanted to be calm and composed when you two arrived.”
Once again the sister looked at each other, neither one not know what to do or say.
“I just meant to have a little sip to calm my nerves,” Mark went on to explain. “But then I just went overboard. Please forgive me! Please! I’m such a fuck up!”
Alyson felt a sort of pity for her father, like a pathetic homeless man with no friends. She had a good heart and always wanted to make people happy, no matter how miserable they made her feel in turn.
Thinking quickly, she held up the beer in her hand and sniffed at the nozzle. Amanda now watched in astonishment as her big sister apparently sympathized with her father’s plight and actually contemplated drinking it.
Deep down in the pit of her stomach, AJ was yelled at her not to do it, but now wracked with guilt, Alyson sighed and lifted the bottle to her lips and took a huge gulp.
“Aly!” AJ objected from the sofa. “But you’re driving.”
“It’ll be fine.” she said as her father suddenly composed himself and smiled up at her.
“That’s my girl.” he grinned, as the girls started to wonder if the entire breakdown was just an act to make her drink.