Author: Fyre Rating: PG-13 Notes: I wrote this for the LJ community 15minuteficlets, where we're given a word, and then we write for 15 minutes. This word was "father" and this is what I came up with. I never knew my father, which was something Tyler knew. I�m not sure when I told him that. Maybe when we were in the bathroom together, me inspecting the asshole in my cheek, him making some cheeky asshole like comment. Maybe it was in the bar that first night, maybe it was in the bed that first week. Hell if I remember. But that�s not the point, not anymore. I never really knew my father and Tyler simply never knew his. Now that I know he and I are technically the same person, I have to wonder why that�s different about us. If we�re the same, wouldn�t we know our fathers the same amount? Tyler says no, since we�re not the same. We just happen to share the same body. I don�t know if my father is still alive. If he is, I don�t know where he is. Probably on his fourth or fifth family by now. Fourth or fifth fucking franchise. If he is alive, I can�t help but wonder if he�s involved in a fight club. I wouldn�t be surprised if there was an active chapter close by where he�s currently located. But I don�t know enough about him to know if fight club would be the place for him. I wouldn�t be surprised, though. I hope I�m never a father. I�ve never had a good fatherly example, that�s for sure, so I wouldn�t know what to do with a kid. Other than fuck him up, at least. Tyler says it would come naturally to a dumbass like me. And I�m not sure if that�s a compliment or not. But right now, where I am in life, I hope I�m never a father. I don�t think I could deal with it. Marla didn�t want to be a mother, either, so with her I was safe. But now that she�s not really in the picture any more, that doesn�t matter. With Tyler I�m safe, too. Considering that the way we fuck, we can�t have kids. Considering that when we fuck, it�s basically me masturbating. I�m pretty sure I�d be a fucked-up father. Split personality. Butthole in my cheek. Founder of a nation-wide (Tyler claims international, but I won�t believe it until I see it.) organization that focuses on the destruction of the human body in exchange for the cultivation of the human soul. But I could blame that all on my father. And, hell, I do. |