I stood there in shock for what seemed like an eternity. It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t. He loved Andrea, Chloe, and me. What the hell was with him?
My leg started to twinge, and I realized I hadn’t moved, phone in my hand, for I don’t know how long. I shook my head, and went to his room. It was a bit disheveled, but most of his stuff was gone. Closet empty. I found the note, and pulled it open. i won’t bother to go into it, because it was about six pages, and most of it was self-indulgent bullshit. About how he hated her, didn’t want either of the kids. Felt trapped by life and his career. Blamed my stepmother, his parents, me and my sister, his boss, anybody who had ever tried to keep him sober, god, and anybody else he could think of. How he hated being told not to drink, and how he had been doing blow again (that part I didn’t know, but it made sense). We hated seeing him happy and having fun. He’d be filing for divorce, he said. He’d never return. We should all give up on him.
I sat down on the bed, and just thought. A few tears rolled down my cheek. I was sad, but the truth was, even though I was hurt, the tears were more of relief. I knew that I had lost my father sometime in the past two years. This was just the official death knell. I sat there for a few more, wondering what to do. How was I going to break this to Andrea?
Andrea! Shit, I had forgotten about her. She was still in the bedroom, bound and waiting for my miserable excuse for a father.
I went into her bedroom, wondering if she really was restrained like dad had said, and how on earth I was going to gently get her out of this predicament without embarrassing her. I honestly had no idea what the hell to do. I could only envision her crying in embarrassment, and the crazy crying she would likely do as I told her about dad leaving. I went up to the bedroom, and gently knocked on the door. There was no answer. I waited another few seconds, softly tapped again, and again heard nothing. She must be asleep. At the very least, though, I could unhook her and cover her up. So, I went in, slowly and quietly, and whispered “Andrea?”
The room was dark, save two candles. Sure enough, dad was right, and she was naked, lying on her tummy. She appeared to be sleeping, and her wrists were contained by a leather cuff apparatus, with a long chain hooked to in and running to somewhere behind the headboard. Her legs were each individually restrained, though it looked like she had enough room to move around the bed with some motion. Her eyes were covered by a satin blindfold, and her legs were spread wide open. It gave me an uncomfortably unobstructed view of her pussy, which, though it appeared to not be actively lubing, was, I noticed, puffy and quite wet. Apparently she really liked this. I stopped for a moment, transfixed by the site. It had been at least a year or so since I’d last seen this site, and I had almost forgotten how incredibly erotic it was. I stopped in my tracks, transfixed by the display of powerlessness from her, her incredibly sexy ass, and her gaping, waiting pussy. I was frozen to this spot, unable to move. I wanted to just go over to her, cover her with her robe, let her out of her restraints, and then just run. I figured I would do that, retreat to my room as quickly as possible, then abuse my penis until it was chafed and raw. But that’s not what fate apparently had in store for me that night.