Page 38 of Deep Daddy

What had started out as a wonderful morning had suddenly turned into something else altogether. This was the last thing that Harrison needed.

The only comfort Harrison had was the thought of going home to Sammy. If anyone could make Harrison feel better, it was his special boy…

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Harrison was seething with pent up anger on the walk home from the Dean’s office. He simply could not believe what Hoffman had done or how he had behaved.

In all his years in academia, Harrison hadn’t personally witnessed anything like the way Hoffman had just acted. It was enough to make Harrison want to hand in his resignation and never step foot in a college again.

But as mad as he was, Harrison knew that Hoffman was out of line and there would surely be a way of showing this to some kind of disciplinary committee or the board of directors. Something had to be possible. Despite feeling like giving in, Harrison truly didn’t want Hoffman to win.

I should have kept my cool.

But he kept pushing me and pushing me.

Hoffman’s lucky he doesn’t have a busted lip…

Harrison kept consoling himself with the fact that upon his arrival home he would be met by Sammy. In all likelihood, Sammy would have a fresh snack or tasty new treat to present to Harrison for a taste-test. It might not totally solve the situation with Hoffman, but it would at least be a pleasant distraction from what had just gone down.

Upon arriving home, Harrison swung the front door open and called out to his darling boy…

‘Sammy! Sammy! You’d better have a sweet little cake for me to eat!’ Harrison said, doing his best to sound as positive and happy as he could. ‘If you haven’t made a cake, I might just have to put my mouth on your booty-cake!’

Harrison laughed a big, bellowing laugh.

But rather than hearing any response from Sammy, all Harrison could hear was silence. This was strange. All the lights were on. There was no note or message from Sammy to say that he wouldn’t be home.

However, as Harrison walked through the hallway and into the kitchen, he was met by a sight that immediately wiped away his optimism.

‘What the hell is going on here?’ Harrison barked. ‘You’d better not be doing what it looks like you’re doing!’

The guilty look on Sammy’s face said it all.

Harrison stood before Sammy with his hands on his hips and a furious scowl on his face. Sammy was sitting at the table with his phone in one hand and Harrison’s iPad in his other. Not only was Sammy on his social media accounts, but he appeared to be frantically typing responses, comments, and uploading videos.

‘Aren’t you even going to attempt to explain yourself?’ Harrison said, his voice booming across the room. ‘Answer me!’

‘But… I… it… I…,’ Sammy said, all the while still typing on his phone and even holding the iPad up to take a selfie. ‘I can exp-’

‘No! Enough! You’ve quite clearly gone against every damn rule we’ve agreed upon,’ Harrison roared. ‘And for all I know, you’ve been doing this the whole time! Is this what you do? Wait until I’m safely out of the way before going behind my back and carrying on with all the social media crap that got you all strung out?’

Sammy looked tearful, but he still wouldn’t stop touching his phone.

‘Get to your fucking room!’ Harrison bellowed, this time the severity in his voice prompting Sammy to spring to his feet and run at a hundred miles per hour to the safety of his bedroom. ‘Bring me back that phone! Now!’

But Sammy didn’t stop to give his phone back.

Instead, Harrison heard Sammy slam the bedroom door and click the lock.

That disobedient, bratty little boy…

This was the last fucking thing I needed.

What the hell am I meant to do now?

Harrison was livid. After going through the terrible meeting with Dean Hoffman, the last thing that Harrison had anticipated was coming home and finding Sammy like some zombie on his phone, manically typing comments and doing the exact thing that made him so unhappy before.

‘Breathe. Take a moment. Don’t make things worse,’ Harrison said to himself, trying his best to calm down. ‘The boy can wait. But right now it’s time to burn some of this anger off.’