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

m.g.c.

June 23, 2014, 9:34 a.m

I got off of the bus, and stood in front of the hospital my supposedly sick father was currently at. I wondered if he really was sick.

I walked through the entrance immediately seeing bobby who grabbed my arm and pulled me to her, hugging me.

I hugged her back as she gave me no time to ask where my father was.

"michael, I told you not to be stupid. please dont be stupid, just be calm about this," she said as I clenched my fist.

I was nowhere near calm, nor was I planning on being calm. two fucking years my father was gone.

"tell me where he is," I said angry, "now."

she said as she told me and I took the elevator up, with her following behind. once we got to the floor I took two rights and stopped, standing there.

"which room?"

"last one on the left...i'll be going now, call me or something," she whispered as I just continued to go to my fathers room.

I didn't bother knocking, I just walked in, and both their eyes locked with mine. my mom was especially shocked an she stood up quickly.

"michael, what are you doing here?"

"why didn't you fuckin tell me?" I spat angry, as she backed away scared, "you decide that I shouldn't know about my father being sick, so instead of taking care of me, you're gone five fucking five days out of the week, not even caring to ask your son, 'oh hey michael, i'm heading to Brisbane to see your sick father, which I failed to mention he is i'll and that's the whole reason he left, mind joining?'" I said tears brimming I my eyes as she started crying.

my father sat up, looking at me as if he already knew what to say. like he knew something like this would happen. I shook my head, not even letting him get a word out before I started ranting again.

"and you, fuck you," I said, "you fucking say you're leaving because you can't deal with our shit no more, but you just didn't have the fucking balls to tell your own son you're fucking dying? so instead of being a fucking man, you leave and cut contact, at least with me, for two fucking years. two fucking years I always wondered why my dad abandoned me. but you're not a man, you're a fucking coward."

he sighed shaking his head, "I didn't want to hurt you. I see how these kinds of things break up families-"

"oh, you did that yourself," I chuckled pissed, with tears falling down my cheeks.

"if I would have told you, we'd have to move here, you'd have to leave all your friends, and we would have anything. I didn't want you and your mother to give up the house, an everything you've loved. I love you michael, so much. i'm sorry I did it this way," he apologize, "just because my life was being took away from me, didn't mean that I had to take yours from you."

I stood there, letting the tears wet my face, before finally wiping them, "what is it?" I questioned, wanting to know what he had.

"stage III, and my heart is failing," he said and I nodded, taking a seat beside of him.