The Bandit's Secret

I wasn't sure where my father's journal was kept, but I had a feeling it was in his private studio, which I was never allowed in. However, he wasn't at home, so he would never know as long as I covered up my tracks well. It felt wrong to trespass into a place that wasn't for me to enter, and it was even more wrong to read his journal, but I hardly knew my dad and I wanted to see who he really was. Finding his journal was the only way.

After opening the door to his studio, I was welcomed by piles of papers and drawings galore. He had a desk with many drawers. In a closet, he had storage compartments filled with even more papers and various items. I could tell organization was not my dad's strong suit. I would have to rifle through all this mess in order to find anything, possibly misplacing objects in the process, which he would probably notice.

I shrugged it off and began searching. Carefully, I searched through the desk drawers. I found comic book illustrations, actual comic books he had made and hidden away, miscellaneous drawings, a poem book, paperwork, receipts, but no journal. Slightly disappointed, I made my way over to the storage compartments and gently moved stacks of papers and art supplies, but still nothing.

As I was about to close the closet door, a string caught my eye. On the floor, with some books piled on top of it, was a string and a little square, just barely visible. The books were heavy encyclopedias, but I managed to push them over with my leg. Once I uncovered the space, I realized it was a trap door built into the floor. My intuition led me to think that was where the journal was kept. I pulled the string away from me and it opened. Inside the pocket was a little black, leather notebook. At first I thought it was a Bible, but it had no print on it.

I picked it up and walked over to his desk. For sure, it was his journal. Some of the pages were old and falling out, but his handwriting was legible.

The first page was an MCR song. "Helena" was the title. This must've been his original song book. I continued to flip through the pages. More songs and dark poems. After some reading and searching, I found a journal entry. It was about MCR and how successful they'd been at their start. Apparently, MCR was very important to my father, and I found that really nice.

Figuring that I could read the rest later, I flipped all the way to the back. The second to last page was a very recent entry. It said:

Today was a very productive day. I illustrated my comic books some more and wrote some poems. I spent some time with my family and it was really great. However, it's been incredibly hard to face them lately. I've been gone a lot, but not for career purposes.

I just can't deny my feelings for Frank...

My jaw dropped almost to the floor. I was in complete shock. Wanting to know the whole story, I continued:

Frank and I just have this special connection. I'm honestly so in love with him and I always have been. Don't get me wrong, I love Lyn-Z to pieces, but things are starting to get difficult. Ever since we were in a band together, Frank and I have been sneaking around. I've basically been having a secret affair when I'm happily married. Yes, I feel guilty for my actions, but I just love Frank so much and he loves me. I don't know what to do. Should I be honest and wreck my relationship with my wife, and possibly my daughter too? I'm not sure and I'll figure that out soon. I just needed a space to write my feelings down about this matter.

By the end of the entry, I wanted to scream. I really like Frank, he's just a good person. However, the fact that my dad won't come clean about this and instead is fully willing to sneak around behind my mother's back is unfair. I didn't even know my dad was bisexual to begin with.

I thought it was enough of reading his personal thoughts, so I put the book away and piled the books on the trapdoor, just how I had found it.

Now that I knew what was going on, how was I supposed to act? That everything was fine when it really wasn't? Should I tell my mom? If I did tell her, she'd wonder why I went through his personal possessions and I'd probably get punished. My dad would be held accountable for his actions though and would probably hate me.

Thanks to the curiosity of mine, it cost me a dilemma. Sit back and wait, tell my mom, or tell my dad?

Notes

That was fun, haha.
Thank you for reading! xx