Post by Grayson Shepherd on Aug 24, 2010 7:35:19 GMT -5
He didn't choose to be here. He didn't even want to be here but his mother moping around the house was a bit too much for him so Gray had to set things straight with his dad. No way was his dad sick. He had to be lying to his mother to gain sympathy. But Gray had to know. So as he knocked on the door of the apartment his dad had taken occupance, and waited.
Ray certainly looked sick but he hid it when he realised it was Gray at the door. Stumbling over his own son's name, he asked what Gray was doing there. Gray held up a brown paper bag. "Mom asked me to send this over." He reached his hand out to give the bag to his father only to be pulled into a hug. Gray squirmed at first but his father had a death grip on him. "I've missed you."
When Ray finally let him go, Gray straightened his shirt and shoved the bag into his father's chest. "Why don't you come in?" Ray asked, holding on to the bag. Gray grunted and pushed his way in and sat down on the one piece of furniture that wasn't cluttered with clothes. "Sorry I didn't clean up. I wasn't expecting company." Ray tried to clean up as much as possible before putting the chicken soup into the microwave to heat up.
Sitting opposite the surly teenager, Ray tried to put up a brave face. "Um...so how's Daisy?" he asked. Gray shrugged. "She doesn't look for you anymore. And she doesn't know anything about this so don't tell her. Keep this between you and mom and me." He knew it was harsh and he could even see the hurt that crossed his father's face but Gray wasn't going to let the fact that his father bailed on him when Daisy came around. That was just not fair. He was the one who had to see his mother suffer, not his dad. He was the one who had to keep the family afloat, not his dad. That just wasn't fair. He was ten.
"Did you get the money I transferred into your savings account?" Gray looked at Ray incredulously but shrugged again. "Look, I don't know what you're playing at here, dad but telling mom you're sick and telling her about the money you apparently saved for me and Daisy, do you think it's going to make her take you back? We have a stable life. We're doing fine without you. Why are you trying to ruin us again?" Gray stood up and started pacing the room.
"I'm still your father Grayson."
"You stopped being my father when you bailed on mom!" Gray yelled, glaring at his father. "You were supposed to be there when Daisy was born but you weren't. You didn't see her when she started to walk. You weren't there when she cried at night. You weren't there when she had to go to kindergarten for the first time. You weren't around, dad. I was!" He emphasised his last statement by pointing to himself. "You can continue sending me those big fat cheques but I can't look at you and see my father. I can't anymore."
Ray got up and tried to approach Gray who didn't pull away when his arms wrapped around him. "I'm sorry Gray. I came back. I tried. I wasn't thinking straight but I came back, son." Gray shuddered before the tears came streaming down his face. Oh what he would do for a hit right now. This was the reason why he opted for getting high. If he didn't have it in his system, he'd be a blubbering mess.
He pulled away from Ray who hesitantly let him go. "I have to go home. Please just...just stay away from us." Gray walked to the door. "Grayson, don't walk away from me." Ray said, a hitch in his voice. As Gray closed the door, all he said was "You did it first."
Ray certainly looked sick but he hid it when he realised it was Gray at the door. Stumbling over his own son's name, he asked what Gray was doing there. Gray held up a brown paper bag. "Mom asked me to send this over." He reached his hand out to give the bag to his father only to be pulled into a hug. Gray squirmed at first but his father had a death grip on him. "I've missed you."
When Ray finally let him go, Gray straightened his shirt and shoved the bag into his father's chest. "Why don't you come in?" Ray asked, holding on to the bag. Gray grunted and pushed his way in and sat down on the one piece of furniture that wasn't cluttered with clothes. "Sorry I didn't clean up. I wasn't expecting company." Ray tried to clean up as much as possible before putting the chicken soup into the microwave to heat up.
Sitting opposite the surly teenager, Ray tried to put up a brave face. "Um...so how's Daisy?" he asked. Gray shrugged. "She doesn't look for you anymore. And she doesn't know anything about this so don't tell her. Keep this between you and mom and me." He knew it was harsh and he could even see the hurt that crossed his father's face but Gray wasn't going to let the fact that his father bailed on him when Daisy came around. That was just not fair. He was the one who had to see his mother suffer, not his dad. He was the one who had to keep the family afloat, not his dad. That just wasn't fair. He was ten.
"Did you get the money I transferred into your savings account?" Gray looked at Ray incredulously but shrugged again. "Look, I don't know what you're playing at here, dad but telling mom you're sick and telling her about the money you apparently saved for me and Daisy, do you think it's going to make her take you back? We have a stable life. We're doing fine without you. Why are you trying to ruin us again?" Gray stood up and started pacing the room.
"I'm still your father Grayson."
"You stopped being my father when you bailed on mom!" Gray yelled, glaring at his father. "You were supposed to be there when Daisy was born but you weren't. You didn't see her when she started to walk. You weren't there when she cried at night. You weren't there when she had to go to kindergarten for the first time. You weren't around, dad. I was!" He emphasised his last statement by pointing to himself. "You can continue sending me those big fat cheques but I can't look at you and see my father. I can't anymore."
Ray got up and tried to approach Gray who didn't pull away when his arms wrapped around him. "I'm sorry Gray. I came back. I tried. I wasn't thinking straight but I came back, son." Gray shuddered before the tears came streaming down his face. Oh what he would do for a hit right now. This was the reason why he opted for getting high. If he didn't have it in his system, he'd be a blubbering mess.
He pulled away from Ray who hesitantly let him go. "I have to go home. Please just...just stay away from us." Gray walked to the door. "Grayson, don't walk away from me." Ray said, a hitch in his voice. As Gray closed the door, all he said was "You did it first."
