Father daughter bonding time

"Adeline what did you do with the half a million dollars that suddenly disappeared from your account? " My father authoritative voice interrupted my busy hand that was guiding a fork full of honey pancake into my mouth.

I paused halfway through with the fork midway to my mouth.

"Huh?" I gulped down an anxious lump in my throat.

Fuck! That dickhead bank account manager of mine had to alert my dad about the money transfer!

I look at my father. He has his strict dad face on. I smiled innocently at him. "I invested the money dad and soon I am going to rip the profit."

He rustle the New York Times newspaper he was reading and peered at me with his warm brown eyes that were identical to mine. It was the only thing I inherited from him. And my mom I inherited only her sensuous plump lips.

And oh my dad still reads the New York Times in print form. Yeah is he very conservative, sticking to the old ways?

His eyes scan through the newspaper for some seconds before he replied. "And what business venture required that huge amount of money?" he questioned.

I sigh and finally shoved the honey pancake into my mouth. I munch slowly to buy myself more time to avoid answering his question.

It helps he has engrossed In whatever news is in the New York Times newspaper as his attention is divided between me and reading his newspaper. So he is not really grinding my ass off about the money as my mom will do.

It was an unusual morning. For the first time in years. My dad and I are having breakfast together without the rest of the family.

I guess we are having a father daughter bonding time.

So far it not going great. It has been awkward as hell. From him asking me about my political views. Which is non-existent. I don't give a shit about who rules the country. And now to this. Him asking me about what I did with my monthly allowance.

Normally is my mother who is interested in what I do with the money they give me monthly but she is not here. I guess my dad has taken her role.

My mother is off to LA to defend another dangerous criminal in court. She is about to help him escape the punishment of the law, setting him loose to continue his hideous crimes.

Sometimes I wonder if a day will come when my parent will face retribution for helping a lot of criminals and murderers get away with their crimes.

I hope I don't get caught up in the hell the day of retribution will bring forth on this family.

I gallop down a glass of juice to wash down the pancake in my tummy.

"Dad, I am a principal violinist in an orchestra," I announce my new achievement earlier than I planned to. Way ahead of the scheduled time.

I had planned on announcing it during dinner when everyone is around. I had to spill it out to my dad to avoid him further grilling me about the money.

My dad snaps his eyes away from the newspaper to look at me with his eyebrows raise in surprise.

I grinned at him. "The youngest principal violinist in town,"

"Did I hear just here you say you are a principal violinist instead of a dance teacher?" Britany made an appearance.

"Good morning dad," she went over and kissed him on the cheek.

She pick one of the blackberries that were lying on my plate and popped it into her mouth.

I glare at her, and she smirked at me in return.

I hate when people steal food from my plate.

She pulled the chair by my side and prop down.

Little droplets of water were dribbling from her hair trickling down to her temple. Ah, she just showered after her usual morning yoga routine she never strays away from, even on the worst day of her life.

I wonder why she is sporting a damp hair. That's so not like my perfect sister.

If my mother were to be here. She would have reeled her about that. As if a common damp hair is prone to destroy my sister's perfect image.

She noticed it, and wipes her hand over her face." Damn that hairdryer of mine just had to break down. " she cursed.

"You can borrow mine," I offered her a solution.

"Okay, will take care of that later. Need to feed my tummy." She grab a plate from a pile of plates on the table and dish out two pancakes into her plate from the big plate that was housing all the pancakes.

"How is the Miller's case going?" My dad asked her, totally forgetting about what I just told him.

Well, I guess I have to announce it all over again at dinner.

Brittany sigh. "Not too well, his ex-girlfriend refuses to take the stand and testify."

"Don't worry. I will take care of her," he assures her. Brittany's face washed with relief.

What he means is, he is either going to bribe her with a huge sum of money or he is going to threaten that poor ex-girlfriend to testify in the favor of that douchebag ex of hers, my Dad and sister are defending. That Miller dude is a well-known sex offender. And having my family as his legal team has made him get away with sexually assaulting a lot of women.

God, my parents, and Brittany are terrible people. I thought Brittany won't follow in their footsteps but here she is helping a sex offender get away with his crimes against helpless women.

"Done eating," I say, getting up. "See you later dad,"

I found an escape from hearing these two talk about the vicious deeds they do to help criminals escape the punishment they deserve to have for their crimes.