lost love

evil: who is called my father

6 months prior tharn sat to the side while he looked down writing an important document for his father's company.
Uyan laid in a hospital bed dying of lung cancer.
He stared forward watching the television while he pumped More morphine into his veins.
Tharn hadent been in the same room has his father for almost 10 years.
They both avoided one another after uyan forced tharn to break up with type.
The last week a doctor called tharn telling him his father didn't have a lot of time. Tharn thought his father wanted to make amids, nope he gave tharn more work. They barely spoke.
"So... Cough cough... How are you and that girl my company set you up with fairing?"
Tharn took a deep inhale.
"Fine."
"Have you've proposed yet?"
Tharn shook his head.
He was going to break up with her has soon has his father will pass.
For 10 years he indulged in school and work. Tharn felt nothing for no one and he barley cared about his life.
The scar on his wrist was a reminder of how close he didn't stay in it.
Uyan lolled his head to the side.
"You need to propose. Need to know my legacy will live on."
Tharn signed.
Then he put the paperwork to the table on the side.
Tharn looked cold heartly at his father his eyes narrowed.
"You know what let's quite with the illusion."
Uyans eyes widen.
"When you finally rid this world of yourself i am breaking up with her but don't worry ill keep your business alive."
Tharn then looked forward.
Uyan chuckled darkly.
Tharn looked back.
"Hmmm i don't think so. If you don't marry, i have put in my will, you will lose everything."
Tharn eyes narrowed.
"Your a cold heart less bastard. Why do you care?"
Uyan smiled.
"You will be the face of my company. I need you too keep me going, kids come into that equation. Do you know how long it took for me to get my friends to stop thinking my son is a faggot!" He then coughed.
Tharn leaned his back to the chair shaking his head.
"You have always cared about what other people think then your sons happiness."
"Damn straight!"
Tharns eyes darted to his father.
"I knew back then not to let you even be friends with that kid but i was too busy to see what he did to you! I don't regret what i have done."
Tharn then stood up in anger looking to the floor.
"For you too use your connections to try and destroy his future if i didn't break up with him was low."
Uyan chuckled darkly.
Tharn gritted his teeth.
"That's not the only thing i did."
Tharns eye widen then looked to his father brows furrowed.
"The month after i paid a kid to act like they are dating so you would think he moved on. Also i got him out of the country."
Tharns lips parted.
A memory played through tharns mind.
He was going to give type time after the hospital but he saw him laying peacefully on the grass and then another boy came up and crotched down putting his lips on types.
Type immediately opened his eyes in confusion.
"What are you doing? Who are you?"
The boy smiled.
"Can you help me? My ex boyfriend over there is stalking me. Can you hold my hand and act like you like me. Ill buy you lunch."
Types stomach hurled forward but he rose his hand for the boy.
They walked away in a close embrace.
Tharns heart shattered further.
Going home that day that's when the scar appeared.
Coming back tharn rubbed the scar on his wrist with his other finger.
"You mean to tell me that was you!"
He said through gritted teeth.
Uyan smiled.
Tharn then got fuming mad.
Then a dark smile spread across his lips.
Then he looked to his father whos brows furrowed.
"Do you want to know something? Your son here lost his virginity under your roof to that kid. Your son here is gay and even if it takes me til my dying breathe i will find a way around your will. I will break up with this girl and find a way to distroy your company that you care so much about."
Uyans eyes widen.
"Why you little... Cough cough!"
Tharn shook his head.
"You are nothing but a frail feeble old man. You will die alone."
Then tharn left with his father shouting his name behind him.
Present
Tharns body jolted forward in a cold sweat breathing heavily.
He had to look around to remember it was 6 months later and his father was dead.
Looking to the side table he grabbed his phone.
Tharn: type? What are you doing today?
Type: im in my studio painting.
Tharn looked to his phones clock it was 10 on a Saturday when he didn't have work.
Tharn: can i take you to lunch?
Type sat they're thinking. Then he signed.
Type: if you pay.
Tharn: of course
Type: 1230 at mahi.
Tharn: ill be there.
Then he put his phone to the bed.
Tharn took a deep breathe in.
At least your becoming friends again.
Getting up tharn only wanted to see type.