inadequate ☠ afi + lrh • mgc/cth (boyxboy)

m.g.c

June 22, 2014, 5:27 p.m

from: calum
i'm doing good. a little tired probably from all the test though
read 5:28 p.m

from: michael
that's good, go take a nap or something idk do you need anything? i'll run out and get something
read 5:30 p.m

from: calum
actually i'm good. my friend Rosie is currently having a movie night with me. of course she chose the movies and pizza toppings
read 5:31 p.m
talk to you later mate?
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from: michael
sure thing mate. ttyl xx
read 5:33 p.m

I sighed, sinking into my pillows, starring at the ceiling bored. I was already missing bobby. maybe I should text her? regardless of us texting only two hours prior to now.

just as I grabbed my phone, it started ringing and ironically it was bobby.

"hey bobcat," I smiled answering the phone.

"michael," she said seriously as I frowned sitting up.

"what's wrong bobby?"

"we need to talk serious, okay?"

I nodded, forgetting that she can't see, "yeah. alright. what is it?"

she stayed quiet for a couple seconds and I waited patiently for her to speak and final when she did, I felt almost empty.

"your dad is in the hospital."

I shook my head, swallowing.
"what?"

"Todd Clifford, right?"

"yeah, are you sure that it's him? you've seen a photo of him before. is it him?"

"michael I promise it's him. he's at the same hospital mine is in," she said and I shook my was not believing it. "but he's sick michael...did your mom not tell you?"

"no she didn't tell me," I said through gritted teeth.

that's why she's been gone. that's why she's never fuckin home. because he goes to Brisbane to see my father that so called walked out on me, left because he didn't have the fucking balls to tell me he had was sick?

"what's wrong with him?"

"maybe you should come and see for yourself..."

"no, I want to know. how did you even find him?"

she stayed quiet which started making me angry, "bobby," I called out, "what is it?"

"I saw your mom...and I just followed her..."

I clenched my teeth pissed off. that's fucking it. I walked over pulling my shoes on, ignoring bobby calling my name.

"michael...michael!" she called and I grabbed the phone. "michael don't do what I thin you're going to do," she said and I shook my head.

"i'll talk to you later," I said.

"michael-"

she was cut off by the ending the phone, and going to my moms room, and getting into her draw, I took as much money I need to get to Brisbane in a bus.

once the bus arrived at the bus stop, I sat in the back, and placed the hood of my hoodie on my head, and shove earphones in my ears.

I couldn't help but to think of what I would say once I saw my mother and dad. I'm just so angry. for the past two years I thought my dad just bailed out on me but him and mom could tell me that he was sick?