21. Keep your hands off my dad

How am I supposed to make in the rock-n-roll world with this look?

How do you like the new do?
Different huh? Well that's exactly why I like it.

I was going for something edgy.
A cross between two of my favorite female rockers.
My dad seemed a little upset about it because he always went on and on about how much I looked like my mother, especially the blond hair.
Finally the comparisons to my mother can end.

And I rocked my new look at my 18th birthday party.
My dad went all out as usual and some of the hottest guys from school showed up so I was eager to show off my guitar skills and shake my booty a little.

So everything was going great....mainly because I was the focus of attention and....well honestly I LOVE attention. But....

Someone else at the party was getting some attention too...and I didn't LOVE that!
Especially when that person is my dad.

It seems he invited his OLD friend Kenya Caspian to MY party and she had her paws all over him. It really was quite a spectacle.
As I watched the two of them together my mind began to wander......

I envisioned her stealing my fathers' heart.
She would rip apart the memories he had for my mother, take the money he had worked so hard for, and......

UGH!!! I didn't even want to imagine what she would entice him do when she got him alone in the dark. OH NO! That's not happening, not if I have anything to say about it...and oh did I.

As the party crowd dwindled and my father had stepped out of the room I made my move.

"So, Kenya, looks like your having a lot of fun" I said rather sarcastically.
"Yes Christin" she smiled "I'm having a great time and I've really enjoyed your music, you really have talent."
"Thanks, I do have a special talent, and it seems you do too."
"Whatever do you mean?" She asked quizzically.
"Oh the talent you have of throwing yourself all over rich widowed men" I snarled.
"What?!" she actually seemed genuinely shocked.
"I know what you're up to and I just want to be honest with you. If you know what's good for you you'll get your gold-digging self out of my house and never look back!"

I didn't even recognize where the hostility and vile hatred was coming from. All I know was that there was a powerful energy running through my body and I was taking it out on this woman.
When my dad came back into the room Kenya was pale and shaking. She sobbed to my father that she wasn't feeling well and needed to go. Before he could even offer her a ride home she ran from the house.

Kenya Caspian didn't return my father's phone calls that evening and the next morning there was a note on his car window:

My Dearest Bishop:

I know this is sudden but I've gone to Sunset Valley to spend time with my children. I will always cherish the special friendship we shared. Good-bye.

Yours Truly, Kenya

P.S. This may sound troubling but I sense a dark shadow in your home be cautious and take care of yourself.

Good thing I got to the note first. Nice try Kenya. My dad will forget about you soon enough.