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It has been such a long time since I had last saw dad. Things between us haven't been the same since the divorce. I can't even think about him anymore without getting fired up. How could he just leave me and mom so easily? I don't think I'll ever understand. So you could imagine how pissed I was when mom told me I was going to dad's for the weekend.

"Why do I have to go?" I snapped at mom. She explained that, even if I resented dad, he wanted to see me. I just don't get why after almost an entire fucking year I have to see him. It took mom nearly two days to talk me into going. She said she wants me to at least try to be respectful and to not mention that she's bribing me with a new Z-Box so that I'll go. "He doesn't need to know that much." She said.

I really, really, really didn't wanna go sleep at the traitor's house but the thought of owning the newest gaming system was all too tempting. So here I was, sitting in the passenger's seat in mom's little buggie as we drove out of town. It's been so long since we've drove down this road that I almost forgot about all the fancy looking houses and huge stores along the way. I was busy looking out the window when mom pulled into a gas station to fill up on gas. She offered to have me come in and pick out a few snacks, but I was too pissy to get out of the car.

As soon as mom got out of the car, I pulled out my phone; I wasn't supposed to text during car rides. I opened my cell and read the new text I had. It was from Maggie, my girl friend. "Why are you goin to your dads again?" It read. I sighed, quickly typing my reply. "cuz apparently my dad misses me lol". 'Yeah, I bet he totally misses me', I thought to myself. I furrowed my brows as my thoughts became even more angsty. 'If he hadn't left me and mom then he wouldn't be alone right now.'

"Bzzz!" My phone began to tremor in my hand. The new text read,"Well when are you gonna come home?" Before I could even finish my reply, my phone vibrated again. "I think Im ready". My breath hitched as I read it. Maggie and I have been dating for almost seven months now. The only physical contact we've had so far was holding hands, kissing, etc. The closest we got to having sex was dry humping; whenever I tried to go further, Maggie would always shy away. I didn't mind waiting for her, after all, I loved her no matter what, but I do admit that I was getting more and more impatient. I would never make her do anything she didn't want to but I've had countless dreams now of her beautiful, lean retriever body naked and bending over for me to do as I pleased.

My cheeks grew hot as my mind wandered into forbidden thoughts. I shook my head and tried to push these thoughts aside. "woah u serious" I texted back. Just then, I heard some noise behind me. I turned and I saw mom pumping the car full of gas. She didn't notice that I was on my phone; however, I knew if she caught me, I'd be dead meat.

"i g2g my moms here ill ttyl" I bit my lowered lip as I worked my thumbs quickly. I managed to shove my cellphone into my sweatshirt pocket before mom slid into the seat next to me. "Here." She threw a small plastic bag into my lap. Looking into the bag I found a few small bags of potato chips as well as some Chicago iced tea, my favorite.

I looked at mom. She was smiling brightly. "Mom, you didn't have to. I said I didn't want anything."

She shushed me. "I know I didn't have to, I wanted to." She hummed, pushing the stick into drive. She pulled out into the road once again. "I feel like your dad wont have anything to appease my little prince's appetite."

I groaned audibly, shooting a glare her way. "I told you, don't call me that. I'm 14 now, I'm not a little kit anymore!" I protested.

She, however, only responded with a laugh. "I know, I know, I'm sorry!" She giggled. "You're not sorry." I mumbled, watching the view outside the car.

Eventually, several minutes later, we arrived at my dad's house. It was a large house with three stories; the third floor just an attic. It was a sort of washed-out green color with white accents. There was a small flower bed out front that housed many different morning glories as well as a variety of pansies. I remember when me, mom, and dad all planted those together.

Mom pulled into the driveway and parked. I turned towards her to find that she was already looking at me. She was such a beautiful persian mix as well as a very caring and kind person; I don't understand why dad ever left her. "Brendan, I know you're uncomfortable being here, to say the least," mom reached and put her hand on my shoulder. "but I really want you to make an effort to get along with your father." I brush her hand away. I don't wanna hear her bullshit. "I know mom. This is, like, the millionth time you've told me."

I look to see the front door swing open. Anger washes over me as my dad steps out onto his front porch steps. How dare he look so happy to see us! My mom opened her door and got out of the car, gesturing me to do the same. Even though I knew this was going to happen, I was so reluctant to talk to dad. I pried myself out of the vehicle. My mom popped the trunk so I could grab my duffle bag. I shoved the plastic bag of food my mom bought my into my duffle bag before heading towards the front door with my mom.

"Hey Helena, hey kiddo." Dad chimed with a grin. He was as tall and slender as he had always been. Ugh, he's a huge asshole but why couldn't I be born with his savannah-cat figure?

"Hi." I quickly brushed past dad, trying my best not to touch him. As I trampled up the stairs, I heard mom and dad talking about me. But I didn't care what they thought of my attitude. Mom may have forgiven dad for leaving us on our own but I'm still not over it. He's gonna have to do a lot more than pay child support to get on my good side again.

I stayed locked away in my old room for a few hours just sitting on my laptop. But, eventually, I heard a faint knock on my door. At first, I didn't respond. But there was another knock. And another following that one. Finally, realizing that the annoyance wouldn't stop, I called out. "What?"

After a few seconds of silence, I can hear shifting from the other side of the door. "Hey. You, uh.. You want to come down for dinner?" It was dad, but that was to be expected. After all, as far as I knew, dad lived alone ever since the divorce. Who else would I expect it to be?

I turned my music off. "Why would I do that?"

Dad sighed a little. "Because your hungry? I made some artichoke dip and rolls. I know you like those." I cursed myself for a moment. Damn, those sounded good right now... "Come on, please come join me for dinner." I saw the shadow in front of my door dicipate as dad began to walk away from the door. My stomach gave a deep growl. "Fine." I shouted at myself before heading downstairs to eat. Dad might be a shitty person, but that doesn't mean I can't take him up on his offer for food.

An hour or so passed and soon the rolls and artichoke dip were gone. If I was honest with myself, I'd openly admit that I wish I could cook as well as my dad. I leaned back in the wooden chair. I rubbed my now-full stomach with a satisfied purr. "Did you enjoy it?" Dad smiled at me. We spent the entire time eating without saying more than a few words, and I honestly wish it stayed that way.

Instead of coming up with some sarcastic response, I gave a small nod. "Yeah. It was alright." Sometimes it feels nice not to be an asshole to dad(even if he deserves it). I watched dad stand. He turned and started to do some dishes. I would have offered to help a little but I feel so full that I don't think I can move just yet.

After finishing up the dishes, dad sat back down across from me. He placed down the cup of recently-brewed coffee in front of himself. "So..." Dad looks at my with a forced smile.

"So..." I mimic him.

"How's school?" Really, dad? After not talking to me for so long, the only thing you ask about is school?

I roll my eyes and give a shrug. I shouldn't have expected anything else. "School's school."

"What's wrong?"

"What? Did you expect a different answer?"

Dad furrowed his brow. "What? No. You just have a sort of attitude."

I grit my teeth. That's it! "Well, I'm sorry that I have an attitude. I'm sure you'd have an attitude too if the only thing your dad can think to talk to about after nearly a year of not seeing you is fucking school!"

Dad's facial expression went from confused to angry. "Excuse me, do not use that kind of language!" His ears were flattening as he glared.

I pushed myself out from the table and got to my feet. I clenched my fists to my sides. I can feel myself shaking. "Just shut up! You're nothing but a dirty faggot!" I turn to run upstairs; I need to isolate myself as soon as possible.

However, I was pulled back down off the first step by my arm and pushed into the wall. I was met face-to-face with my very-angry looking dad. "Don't you ever call me that again." His voice was deep, seething with authority. He was so close to my face I could feel his hot breath on my face.

I let out a low hiss. I reached up and attempt to push dad away from me. "Get off of me, leave me alone." I struggled beneath dad's body. He was using his body to press me hard into the wall. I don't know why but I felt a sudden sensation of cruelty rush up my spine. "I don't want to end up like all the other boys you fucked!"

Dad had a horrified look. His eyes were glistening with built up tears. "You little bitch!" Dad pulled his arm back and with one swift move punched me square in left the cheek.

I was still in shock when I slumped onto the floor. I never thought that dad would have the balls to do something like that. I licked at the inside of my cheek, the gross taste of iron filling my mouth. I feel something small and hard against my tongue. I spit the contents out. Two teeth landed on my lap. My mind was spinning so rapidly. I look up to see dad, shaking with anger. Tears were streaming down his face. "Brendan," his voice was shaky but stern none-the-less. I've never seen dad this mad before. It's kind of horrifying. "go to your room." That sentence was enough to snap me back to reality. I scrambled up the stairs as quick as I could and shut myself into the bedroom. I sat with my back against the door for the longest time, just replaying that moment over and over in my head. I cried a lot because of it but then it hit me; I deserved this.

I hate my dad and he's a terrible man for leaving me and mom. However, I'm no better than him for saying those shitty things. I mean, I only said all that stuff because I was upset but that's still no excuse. I reached up and rubbed my now swollen cheek. It was so sore. "He must have been really mad to have done something like that..." I closed my eyes for a brief moment. Then, I picked myself up off the ground and pulled my door open a sliver. "I need to apologize for being such a shitty son."

I hobble down the hallway to look in his study. He wasn't there. I quietly head downstairs to the kitchen. He wasn't there either. I was going to check the bathroom when I heard some shuffling from up above. His bedroom? He barely hangs out in there. I head back upstairs and make my way to the end of the hall. I can hear clinking from behind the door. I knock gently on the wooden door but there was no response. I push the door open a crack and peer in. "D.. dad?"

My dad was leaning back against the head board of his king-sized mattress, a nearly empty glass of an orange liquid in hand. He looks at me from the corner of his eye. He gestures towards me with great irritation. "Go away. It's obvious now what you think of me." He took a deep swig of the drink. What was that, anyways? It looked like watered-down orange soda.

Ignoring my father's request, I step into the room. He looks away from me with a scowl. I was a little hesitant at first but I ended up sitting on the edge of the bed, opposite of my dad. "So, uh, I wanted to say I'm sorry for being a dick." I let my gaze drop down to my lap. It was hard enough to say all this, looking at dad would just make it a lot harder. "I just... When you and mom divorced, you sorta left us." A long silence takes over the room. I bite down on my lower lip. Shit, I shouldn't have said anything.

I look at dad. He's still facing away from me. "I'll be in my room." I inhale deeply and start to slide off the bed when my arm was taken a hold of. I turn to look at dad when I hear him setting down his now-empty glass, turning to face me. His eyes were bloodshot and tired-looking; it was obvious he was crying. "Brendan, I didn't leave you or your mom. I tried many times to contact you both again but your mother always said that I should try talking to you another time; because you were still so hung-up over the divorce." Dad's so close to me, I can smell the mix of citrus and alcohol in his breath. "I just couldn't live with lying to myself anymore. I'm sorry if it was greedy of me. I never meant to hurt either of you." Dad's misty blue eyes began to waver. He looked at me for a moment, as if silently asking for permission, before leaning in and gently pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry I've been a terrible father. I'm sorry I've been such a disappointment to you, Brendan. I'm sorry I'm gay."

I held dad close for the longest time. I rubbed his back in circular motions, trying not to cry. However, it's kinda hard not to cry when you have your own dad sobbing into your shoulder! "You're not a disappointment to me, dad. I'm sorry for being such a crappy son." I felt my eyes beginning to sting with pent-up tears. "I didn't mean to call you those terrible things! I'm glad you accepted yourself for being gay." I hugged dad a little tighter now, nuzzling slightly into the exposed crook of his neck. The fur beneath my eyes eventually began to mat with my tears. "It took a really long time, but I think I'm finally starting to accept you too."

"You're a good son." Dad sniffled, adjusting himself a little while still situated in my embrace. He reached up and pet the back of my head lovingly. "I love you." His words were a little muffled, seeing as how he had his head tucked into me. I could feel his chest rise and fall slowly. I knew he fell asleep; that's why I didn't reply.

I guess I fell asleep not too long after that because the next thing I knew I was waking up. I was alone in dad's bed. I was also wearing a different, baggier shirt than the sweatshirt I was wearing last night. When I finally stretched out and sat up to start my day, I found a note on my dad's dresser. It read, "Brendan, I got called in. Sorry I can't get to spend the morning with you! :-( I'm changing your shirt for you and throwing it in the wash before I leave(It smells like fruity vodka!). I should be home later. Pick out a movie on demand for us to watch when I get home! Love, dad." I couldn't help but smile when I read the note. I gathered all my belongings from the room before heading downstairs to get breakfast. I can't wait for my dad to come home tonight!