I cant help following this guy around. Since I saw my daughters head bopping up and down around his crotch area in his car, I have this wild and quiet vendetta against him. He unknowingly agreed to this when he started fucking my 13 year old daughter.
At first I thought he was her teacher, cliche I know. Then I thought he might be a friends dad, wrong again. He's in a band she went to see. The one she begged with her mum to let her go to. The one we refused to let her go to because it was in a pub and she is way too young. The one she went to anyway.
He plays lead guitar. Credit where its due, he plays it well, the bastard. Credit where its due, he has a nice house and a very un-rock and roll day job. He works for an accounting firm, wears a suit and tie like all the other plebs in the office. He goes to a chicken shop for lunch most days and buys £1 chicken. I'm not a militant vegetarian but something about his lack of consideration for life in all forms assures me how much of a shit he is.
His house is nice too. Not quite what you would expect from someone who thrashes around on stage to lyrics like 'Fuck you and all you have, because it dont mean nothin to me. Fuck you and all you got, coz it dont make up for all that you lost' but its not what I would imagine. His wife seems very houseproud and I am sure his 11 year old daughter loves the amount of space she has to play in. I try not to judge as I watch him play out the front of his house with her. But my nature prevails and I do all the same. Now I know why I watch him. I watch him for the same reason we have CCTV, I watch him because I am worried about what he will do unwatched. I watch him because when someone is letting my daughter play grown ups with him, I want to make sure it doesnt go any further than that. I watch him because I am not an aggressive man and its all I can do to try and protect my family.
I saw how she turned up to meet him. In a blue dress I have never seen her wear before. God knows where she got it from. She looked...well she looked like a wonderful young woman. I cant explain the agony of knowing it was all for him. When I pictured my daughter being old enough to date, I imagined something like this, I imagine how sweet she would seem going out to the cinema with perhaps a 15 year old boy, that teenage romance thats romantic and cool and perfectly what it should be. This gut wrenching image tears through me as he puts his arm around her waist touching her arse. What I wouldn't give to be the kind of man who could easily break his arm clean off his torso!
So he took my daughter into a bar, is that a crime I ask myself? Is age just a number when it comes to love? Has she found her kindred in this 39 year old letch? My baby girl abandoned to the horror in my head of what he must be doing with her and what he wants of her, like something from ancient rome and I betray my wife that I dont tell her. Maybe together we could do something, maybe together she would know what was the best thing to do...