Surely it's someone else? Definitely not. I mean, he did say the plug's son. No, there's loads of drug dealers who get family to work for them. Surely not... Surely...
My dad, Bernard Elias Penn, was a piece of shit. Someone I want nothing to do with ever again. I tried so hard to cut him off financially for months until he kept finding a way around it. I can't tell you how many cards I've had to cut up setting up bank account after bank account trying to get away from him. He was persistent though, thinking it was a way to make up for all he put me through, put her through.
I quickly excused myself after he had said the name and found myself pacing back and forth in my toilet. Because there's no way he said that name. Of all names. Of all the people in the world he could be selling drugs for, it had to be my father. He had to make a way back to me, ruin everything I had going for me that was good.
The sunlight creeping in from the windows was now too bright. I squint and shut my eyes, realising that now there was a problem to be addressed between Oakley and me. Things officially weren't normal anymore. Not that they ever were, but I was allowed to believe it for a fleeting moment.
