“Who invited him?” Eileen asked.
“I did, Mom,” Christina responded. “This is my sweet sixteen party and he is my father, you know.”
“Yes, Christina, I know that he’s your father,” Eileen said. “But after what he did to me — to us — he has a lot of nerve showing up here.”
“You’re wrong, Mom,” Christina said. “He left you and you may want to never see him again and I can understand that. But he will always be my dad and I know he loves me and I love him. Plus, with what he’s giving you in alimony and child support, he essentially paid for this shindig you insisted on throwing for me. I wanted him to be here for my sweet sixteen party so I called and invited him.”
“I know, sweetie,” Eileen admitted. “But you must understand how uncomfortable this is for me, don’t you?”
“I do, Mom,” Christina answered, “but it will only be for a few hours and then he’ll be gone.”
“Do you see that?” Eileen whispered to her daughter. “That son of a bitch had the nerve to bring someone with him. Oh shit, your father just waved and he and his friend are heading this way.”
Dave walked up to his ex-wife and his daughter. He hugged Christina and kissed her on the cheek. He went to hug Eileen, but she backed away. “Good to see you, too, Eileen,” he said sarcastically.
“And who is this you’re with?” Eileen asked, her tone as cold as ice.
“Eileen, Christina,” Dave said. “I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Alan.”
Written for this week’s Time To Write prompt from Rachel Poli. We are supposed to begin our story using the sentence, “Who invited him?”