Welcome to Camp Wannakukka! A special place for fathers and their sons. Camp Wannakukka provides a safe, relaxing environment for men who wish to bond with their young sons in a very unique and permanent way. At Camp Wannakukka, we hope that the bonds forged here will last a lifetime.
Billy’s finally been given a clean bill of health. That means he can make his way to the resort and confront his best friend. There is no way that Mark or his father are going to get away with what they have done.
Or will they?
Cucked Son: Part 4 is an 8,800-word story and part four of a four-part series.
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I imagined myself coming here with Dad and Mark. Would I have enjoyed myself if I had joined them from the start? Could we have had fun in spite of Mark’s machinations? Would I have been able to keep him away from my dad?
There weren’t any obvious answers and the ride ended before I could come up with some. The car slowed to a stop in front of a nice enough cabin. There were no numbers on it, or on any of the others for that matter.
Regardless, this appeared to be the place. I thanked the driver and got out, remembering to bring my bag with me. The ground crunched underneath my shoes as I approached the front door. The whole time, my heart was pounding.
“You got this,” I told myself softly, glad at least that my voice had come back. “You can do it.”
In spite of this pep talk, my hand shook as I reached up to take hold of the knob. It turned before I could touch it. To my surprise, the door swung inward sharply. I jumped back slightly at the sight of a stern, slightly out-of-shape man in his forties. He had a mustache and wore a polo shirt. The eyes below his receding hairline narrowed at me.
“Can I help you?” he asked severely.
People were asking me that a lot today. At least Navarro had been nice about it.
“I'm looking for my dad,” I explained, feeling nervous for some reason. This guy had a way of making me feel as though I had done something wrong. “This was supposed to be our cabin.”
The stern man shook his head. “’Fraid not,” he replied before looking over my head and past me. “Hey, Phil! You know where…?” He paused and looked at me again. “What’d you say your name was?”
I gave him my dad’s full name instead, which the stern guy in the doorway repeated. When I looked in the direction he was facing, I saw another man in the road. It looked like he had been going for a walk along the road past the cabin.
“Oh yeah!” the man called Phil replied. “He and his son got upgraded to Bunny Burrow a couple days ago, I think.”
Hearing someone mistake Mark for me set my teeth on edge.