Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 5 Chapter 173/21: Pancakes

I groaned, waking up as the alarm blared in the early morning. I groaned, preferring the feeling of what Crystal woke me up with the last two mornings. My eyes fluttered open, and I got out of bed without a fuss. I rubbed my eyes and moved around to look at the rearranged mess in my room. I hated it, and the foreign feeling of this room hit me again. I groaned and decided I would rather get ready and go for a run. I grabbed some fresh panties and a sports bra that was a little too tight for my preferences.

Slowly getting ready, I remembered that I was back in my house and not Crystal's when it came to food. I hoped that they stocked up enough for me. I would eat regardless and probably send my mother some cash through my account if they didn't. Those thoughts felt off in my head but correct as I moved around my room.

Soon I was dressed in a blue workout outfit and had a second packed up in my bag along with my uniform. I put on my weights and slowly strapped up before grabbing my bag and double-checking some things. After a good check, I put my bag on my back and headed up the stairs with a yawn. The yawn ripped out of me, and I felt the sleepiness move through me. I wasn't even that tired, but I felt my sleep wasn't as restful.

Opening the basement door, I reached the Kitchen and opened the fridge, and started my raiding party. I pulled out food for breakfast and lunch. I quickly meal planned as I pulled out food and turned things on. I was used to making my own meals in the morning and got to work doing it.

Much to my surprise, as I got into the swing of things, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs as I worked. I was halfway into making breakfast, and lunch was about a third done as I turned to see my father walk into the kitchen, much to my surprise. "Ah, raiding the fridge already?" My father asked, and I was completely stunned.

"Need breakfast to run this temple of a body," I replied blandly as I continued to work on the two meals simultaneously while being stunned that he was awake at this time.

My father rolled his eyes, opened the fridge, and sighed, "Well, I guess I need to do some grocery store shopping later today," He grumbled under his breath, but I could still hear it. "You leave any eggs?" He asked me a moment later.

I passed him the eggs that were still half full and continued to cook up a storm and grab plates and containers out for my food. "Did you make enough for your sister?" He asked, making me look at him.

"Nope," I replied tartly, "I am not in the mood after the bullshit that happened last week. I still live here, though, and I thought that I should come back and be here once and a while." I replied, much more clipped, and he looked at me. I could see the anger in his eyes as he looked at me, and I was annoyed with him.

"Look," He began, and I held up a hand.

"No, Dad," I replied, cutting him off, "Now is not the time. You want to force some relationship between Elana and me. That is not okay," I told him flatly, "I will develop some form of relationship with her eventually, Dad. That is bound to happen and was going to be bound to happen no matter what. Maybe it will be a bad relationship, or maybe it will be a good relationship," I looked back down at my food. I started to plate my breakfast as I continued to rant, "I have no idea who Elana is at this moment, but I know that because of you, every interaction we have had has been made worse. I know you want to be a father or something to her or along those lines. I frankly don't give a shit what your motivations are. I don't even know my feelings towards you at this moment because every time I try to come home and start to deal with it, you try to put your nose into it. Shut the fuck up for once, Dad, and let things develop between Elana and I. Sure, we might hate each other or become the best of friends," I said, turning to him and looking into his now angry eyes as I completely ran over him.

I paused for some reason and wasn't sure why, but I felt like my emotions swirled up before I even knew they were there, and I took a breath. "You know why things are like this right now, Dad?" I asked, turning away.

"Because you are stubborn like me," My father almost snapped.

I barked a laugh and deliberately looked at the food I was cooking, not him. "Everything that is going wrong in this family is because of you. Not me, not Mom, Not Elana; it is your fault. Eighteen years ago, you couldn't keep it in your pants, and now Elana is here, and you covered it up for almost eighteen years without telling Mom or myself. All of it exploded in your fucking face, and then now you are trying to force a relationship between Elana and me." I felt the anger, and without even realizing it, my face started to feel wet as I turned to him and saw my father looking at me in surprise. "I am a person with my own feelings, and that night, I was hurt just like you hurt Mom. I was already having a bad relationship with you over other things; then you come in acting with your dick out like you are still the head of this family. Maybe you are my father, but respect is earned and can be taken away after being given, DAD." I realized I had snapped at him, then turned back to my food and took a breath.

"What are you saying," He said, his voice darkly calm like the calm before the storm, making me turn to him, confronting that storm before it raged.

I picked up my food and started to put it in the box to take to school and took a deep breath. "I am saying something simple, Dad," I called him by his title very slowly and deliberately. "If you would shut the fuck up and stop antagonizing me and stop trying to force things between your daughters and allow me to fight with Elana. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad. If you were not deliberately playing favorites between the two of us. Elana maybe needed my computer last week, but I have things that I want to keep private. Did you know that I have a fucking phone number?" I asked him. "Did you think to call me and ask if she could use my computer?" I asked, "That she could use my shower and room to hang out in?"

In a rare show of genuine remorse, my dad started to show, and I put the pan back on the stove, turned, and looked down at the things my father had out. "You know, I don't remember the last time you got up early to make me breakfast," I said suddenly with a sad, tearful smile on my face, "Mom does," I told him softly, my eyes watering before looking up at his face and walking over to the table grabbing a fork on my way. I sat down and began to eat that strangely tasted plain as fuck despite my good cooking skills. "I honestly don't remember the last time we had a morning conversation with you. Now here you are, up extremely early, looking to make pancakes for the family or maybe Elana. Not early enough for me, though. I will be out of the house before you are done cooking like normal. You will be too late to finish cooking before I have already started my morning run to school." I dug a large mouthful of food, and my dad looked at me with a pale face.

"Now, Angela," My dad said as I watched his mind spinning with that pale expression. His mouth opened and closed speechlessly, and as I watched, I took a second mouthful of food. Then a third and fourth as he struggled to find something to say, and I was well into half my plate when he finally continued, "That isn't fair," He said.

"Not fair?" I asked, my tone becoming amused. My mind froze for a moment, and I thought about losing my shit for a moment before something in me cooled and a core part of my anger suddenly turned cold, "You know what," I slowly said, my voice softer than ever, as I shook my head sadly, "Never mind, I hope mom, and you find a way to fix your relationship or break up. I can't be bothered if that is your only rebuttal."

That pale face turned red, and he opened his mouth again, and I looked down, no longer bothering. My ears were ringing slightly now, and my emotions that were so happy yesterday became a stormy ocean. I couldn't help but want to leave, but I was finishing the food on my plate. I didn't want to listen to whatever he wanted to say. I didn't even hear it as I felt tired all over again. My emotions were a stampede, and things were too sudden.

His apology last night was so fucking fake if this was how he was acting now. I hated that I knew this was how it would be. He wanted me to forgive him without taking time to make true repentance, and I wasn't even sure if he knew how to be genuinely apologetic. I wanted to pound the table, but at the same time, I didn't wish to care enough.

Instead of showing further emotions, he looked at me with shock before moving and grabbing a mixing bowl. He was angry, and I knew that would come out soon. I was already two-thirds complete with my breakfast, and after a couple of moments, I stuffed the remains into my stomach. I didn't want to think about my father or what his reaction would be. I just wanted to go to school and tag my new little sissy. I did not intend to listen to his bullshit, so I got up and walked past my dad as he started making the pancake batter.

"You know you could come back for the pancakes?" My dad said as if that meant anything.

I walked past him, and before I turned, and saw him with some tears in his eyes. I could see his face turning red. I wasn't sure if he was angry at me or himself now, and I didn't care, "You need to think, Dad," I replied, "I am not telling you how to live your life; you shouldn't tell me how I should live mine. Unlike you, My girlfriend knows when I fuck another woman. If I impregnate a girl, she would know right after I know or learn with me. That is the difference between you and me. I might be your daughter, and maybe I even have some of your bad habits. But I confront my errors and my faults with truth most of the time, at least to myself. You run until, like a bomb, it blows up in someone's face. You make yours toxic, rotting into toxic dirt. I try to regulate," I told him frankly, not knowing what I was talking about anymore. I just wanted to hurt my dad right now. He had been hurting me so much. Now, I wanted him to realize that all family issues were his fault.

"I am not coming back for pancakes," I told him, suddenly stopping my previous thoughts as my mind was in a jumble, "Maybe one day, you will learn a way to connect with me again," I told him. "Or maybe even learn to wake up early enough to know when you would need to cook in order to make me breakfast." I finished.

My mind was a mess, and I picked up my lunch and put it in my backpack. I picked up my bag then and put it on my back before moving towards the front of the house. I would need a serious release of emotions soon, or I would burst. My mind jumped to Kyle and the little hole I planned to raid soon. "Angela," I heard behind me from my father as I reached the door, I turned and put on my shoes.

"What?" I asked as I put on my shoes.

I looked into my dad's eyes, feeling raw. I was so emotional at this moment I didn't even know what I was feeling. I felt like I was in a foreigner's house, and he looked at me with sad eyes. "Will you be coming home tonight?' My dad asked, and I sighed.

"I don't know," I replied and finished putting on my shoes and double-checked I had my keys before opening the door and exiting. My eyes hurt, and I wiped the tears from my eyes. My heart was hurting, and I didn't want this now. I turned and looked out into the dark streets and started to walk toward the sidewalk after locking the door quickly. I stopped on the sidewalk and took a deep breath. I turned to look at my childhood home. It was the same home I ran home to for so long, but it felt so foreign right now.

That hurt.

I turned and began to run down the street, feeling the breeze on my skin. The emotional pain slowly gave to the cool air of a beautiful familiar morning run in the autumn air. The wind licked my skin as I began to pick up my pace into the mindless run. My body relaxed even as I picked up speed. The wind was harsh on my eyes this morning, but that didn't matter. I lost myself in the feeling of my arms moving with weight. The footfalls of my feet heavily hit the pavement as I moved forward toward my goal. I was lost in the nothingness of the run.

I sought this, I needed this, and I continued to run even as I reached the school and ran an extra lap, then another. When I saw Kyle walking in with a bright red face as he looked at me running around, he spent a moment watching me as I passed him. He didn't head inside instantly; instead watched me till I was out of sight on my third lap before heading inside, and I decided to follow him in.

My therapy was getting ready for me, and I felt an almost primal need at this moment.